The Dead Heart’s Flame
Published in
Feb 14, 2024
a poem
what is the mark of life but a spark in the heart
from the gentle fall of her auburn hair
over rustic eyes shadowed in hazel
to suspended breaths when giving her voice
with brushstrokes skimming across her navel.
an image on a mirror so bare and white
combined with oil a permanence of love
by flaxen and green the romance is seen
grown in the shades of color.
to share a striking face I hope to convene
in the form of an eternal struggle
an intense desire to be within
where without is to be unknown.
