I said “I love you” that first time
at 2 a.m., both of us standing
mostly skin in your kitchen –
foreheads pressed together as if to
discern the truth of one another,
the beat of it so wildly turning
I can still feel the flutter
(from rib to throat to crown)
rise and curl like windblown smoke
from an August bonfire casting sparks
against the impenetrable dark
© Sarah Whiteley
Wow…that ‘bonfire’ image was just perfect…a whole new way to see that ‘spark of love.”
Oh that’s wonderful!
Beautiful, Sarah. I love how you use the bonfire comparisson in the ending linea.
thank you, Francina! 🙂 I’m glad you liked it
Beautifully put Sarah – your lines are casting sparks themselves.
what a great comment, John – thank you! 🙂
great Sarah, especially with that kind of subject.
The imagery is perfect