Our Fire


An inextinguishable fire
Set ablaze by you, my muse
And when you’re not here, I’m guided by the recollection
of those initial sparks, wondering how was I ever eligible?
For an effect that can’t disappear
For our moments, for our talks, and for your thoughts.

This poem is the 3rd stanza of Slow Burn from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.

Special thanks to my Sestina master Tamyka Bell