Flame (to You)

And then there

A voice a

Wave a howdy-doo

Trailed by laughter

Like a long

Lit fuse which

Crackled and popped

And exploded causing

People to turn

You stood there

Chagrin rolling in

Like nighttime tides

The crimson bleached

Your face as

Hands cupped mouth

The immediacy of

Embarrassment is the

One single thing

That drew me

Like a moth

To your flame