FUNERAL

Stories of paradise

Kissed by life’s fire –

Was that what we reached for

Burnt crisp on that pyre?

Hands fanning desire,

Fingers meshed in hair,

‘Til flames begot scalds

And drove us to dare.

Had I hesitated

We might have survived -

In our scorched hearts;

In each other’s lives.

But you said with a smile:

Today was nice for me.

And I believed your lie

But failed to hear your plea.