cruising the streets
she hides her eyes behind
Jacki O. sunshades
her destination is waiting
with the flick of a match
and a lazy smile
sunspots on the glass flicker
her eyes now blurred but still
searching for
the whisp of grey smoke
that is the signal
of a fire that’s smoldering,
she steps from the car
(she is the spark)
and into his arms,
(he is the flame)
and they are
spontaneous combustion
in a searing white ball of fire
and they say it is illegal
to burn in the city
heh
Today’s poem inspired by 3 Word Wednesday. The words are Blurred, Illegal, Match.
Charlotte Hamrick 
spontaneous combustion sounds great to me in this case–good story
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Very clever poem! I like how they ignite each other. Hot!
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bravo that was tremendous.. i love it!!!
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I’ll totally take that kind of spontaneous combustion!
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hmm, dont we all desire that kinda illegal love… great writing zz…
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Your use of images of light and heat is amazing. This is a great blog.
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thank you all
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She is the spark…he is the flame
Those lines make this poem for me. It takes it to the next level, making it more than just sensual but also enhancing the imagery.
This poem will be included in the July Poetry collection at PWB, on July 13th. Thank you for being a member of PWB.
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Thanks, Sara! I’m happy you enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing it on PWB. 🙂
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Great ending in particular.
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Thanks, sweetie.
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