Embers

A poem on the prompt: spark

Photo by raquel raclette on Unsplash

Sometimes it’s quiet and lifeless
but embers still quiver
inside
under a guise
recharging and feeding
off the kindling
other times the whole house is ablaze
not an ember to be found
only electric sparks, shocks, and flames
spreading throughout
erupting into words and kisses
onto the pages of your body
submerged in pink ink.