Let sleeping embers lie

Waiting to leave for my old home,
that warm and safe place between
the folds of embrace and easy smiles,
I looked up to clouds, now slipping cold and wet
down the rocks and bushes of Devil's peak.

Never before has the rankled hand of
obsession gripped around my thoughts
and steered me towards the fire.

That burning heat
enticing, enflamed with the promises
of a love lost.

In those curls and curves
of flame I see flashing
ecstasy, the writhing
red of joy

A spatter of rain brings me back,
It is still dark green and grey outside.
let sleeping embers lie.