The heat is gone

The heat is gone

Starved of air

Until the next ragged breath

Of a mouldering wind

Carries the embers

Across the division

That lies

Between us

Deeply scoured

As it may be

It is more than ashes

Devoid of form

There is a lingering

Memory of fire

The twist of smoke

A wisp of a corona

By moonlight

Fireflies dance

To a different tune

But they radiate

Passion

In glorious imitation

Of love

As a faltering flame

Burns deep down

Blackening

The runnels

Of my heart.