Monday, May 4, 2020

An Open Flame




I hover my hand over an open flame, 

The fire licks at the top of my finger tips
I steady my hand and let my palms burn,
    just for a little bit.

I play with the light,
moving my hand around the heat.
I am glowing orange red. 
Paper thin skin. 
One inch closer and I might ignite. 
Destruction in an instance,
but I stay a safe distance.

One hand, above the flame,
One hand, safe, in the dark. 
                                                                                                                                                                         - Angela C. Quincey



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