Thoughtless Suitor

I made a fire for us, heedless of the part I played
In rendering the quickly-warming planet deadly
To all living things. I did it for romance. How
Poignant would our story be if we were to
Expire while embracing in the winter's darkness,
Glowing in the light of some old chunk of maple's
Dancing flames? I made a toddy, only one, as I
Knew you were too far off to come to share
Our fire with me, and, when it dimmed to fading
Coals, I rose and felt a little guilty, having hastened
The arrival of a certain peril on behalf of what
I'd always known was not to be.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-12-07 at 22:42

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