Ashes And Embers

Softly I dream
the bronze
pealing notes
of your laughter,
imagine
the subtle knowledge
of your tiny hands,
feel the warmth
in the whispering kitten
of your voice.

Nothing remains
to desire.

If the searing flames
of your beauty
would consume me,
my soul could
find contentment
in ashes and embers.
  - mce