The Fireplace – Negar

fire is a woman in a red coat,
hair flying,
eyes shining with frenzied passion

with crimson hands, she caresses the walls
of her glass prison,
leaving a trail of glitter, lingering

only to be torn away by her lover
with eyes of blue
deep as the ocean
blooming, arms spreading in a reckless ink blot
consuming her light.

she hisses and spits
gold venom escaping her fire lips
but her red coat, once so beautiful
is stained.

with a puff of smoke
she is gone
and her lover is left weeping at the bottom
knees streaked with ash

but the air glistens with her afterglow
as I stand, holding the bucket
water dripping at my feet,
cooling my toes.