Fanning The Flames

it was a cold night
you and me by the fire
watching the flames dance
innocent at first
then the heat began to rise
your lips on mine
our hands exploring
our hearts beating faster
our eyes devouring every inch
and when at last
the moment of discovery came
we called each others names
and collapsed in passion’s bliss
watching the embers die out

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – discovery

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His Secret

the bottle hit the floor
another empty to litter the room
he is passed out
oblivious to food in the oven burning
the smoke detector sounds
only a slight movement
flames begin to form
he silently rolls over

now she has to explain
tell his family the awful truth
they were not the perfect family
they held a dark secret
and it reared it’s ugly head that night
while she was away
he drank himself to death
in the most painful way

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – bottle

Mumbles … Number

It has been kind of a long week. Well maybe more of a long month, but this last week was trying. I love Dad to pieces but I kind of draw the line at fire. I can’t recall a time in the past when I have seen him smoke so much. Cigarette after cigarette, light after light, dropped cigarette and flame. The number of consecutive cigarettes seems to be climbing and yesterday I had to put out a small “fire” on the blanket he had over his lap… maybe left a golf ball sized hole behind.

I have talked to my sister about this and we both think he needs to stop at night. The trouble is she left it to me to break this news to him. I did try last night when I brought him his new carton of cigarettes and he said it sounded like a good idea, but 2am rolled around and he was lighting one up again. The offending “fire” came from a cigarette lit when he wasn’t fully awake yet and dozed off in his chair again. I can only watch him so close and he starts to feel like I am staring at him. I know this is a long shot, but I really don’t want to die in a fire. I don’t want him to die in a fire. I don’t want a fire at all… unless it is in a grill and we have steaks on!

Something has to give. The number of cigarettes has to come down at least cutting out the night ones. At 82 I think he knows the facts well enough about the damages the cigarettes can cause (and he has COPD), but he also has to realize he is shaky now and the cigarettes do fall out of his hands. I really would prefer he just went back to smoking his pipe again… at least that smelled nice. But he needs a little bit of his own freedom to decide. In the meantime I will keep the fire extinguisher handy and sniff for smoke every so often.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – number

Fan The Flames

You used to treat me like your love
Now I feel more like a friend
You used to kiss me passionately each day
Now it’s a brush against the cheek
We used to spend hours exploring each other
Now we barely even touch
Tell me what happened
Where did the fire go
I want to taste you once again
And feel the heat rise between us
It is time to bring the passion back
It is time to fall in love again

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – treat