BREAK GLASS – IN CASE OF FIRE
The Sun has wrapped itself
Around their hair and lies there,
Watching for anything beautiful
That might come its way.
Their lips look as if they might kiss
Or lightly touch each other,
Silent air quivering between them,
Half-closed and vulnerable eyes
Flickering in the old movie version
Of what might come tomorrow.
But they are careless, breathless,
In this moment’s need,
Now the sun has set a fire
Burning between them.
A glass of wine perhaps needed.
Getting late. Darkness coming.
The sun shakes itself free
Of all desire and passion.
Brighter flames consuming
These eager Lovers,
Or burning them down
To dust and ashes.
© 2020 Gwen Grant