Poem: Firewalker

This poem was brought about by an attraction that never really saw the light of day. Love is such a universal theme and this particular story doesn't end with the two desperate ever coming together. Sometimes, the unknown is far attractive than the actual notion of getting together. Please comment below, let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! -Rafael Andrade Garza

firewalker

Some kind of fire

You had over me

Burning, smoldering

Even the farthest memories

Punished me

At first sight,

Your golden hair

Fanned the highest flames

Porcelain doll lips

Kept hinting, suggesting

You played cleverest of games, girl

Unforgiving time passed

I saw that the color of  your hair

turned dark chestnut

seemingly innocent lips

now outlined in black soot

You quieted the flames, girl

You shushed those emotions

and ate heartbeats

like hospital scanners

surrounded by cupped prayers of return

I finally let the wick go,

Yet it still irritates

More than it burns

Agitated now and then

by Hollywood romantic notions

A gift of that grand fire

That did engulf you and me

 I’m a firewalker now-

Your fire didn’t cleanse me

Those drafts and beaten tracks have gone

“Now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me” x 2

© Rafael Andrade Garza, November 16. 2011.