Blush Fire Poetry by Kayla Drouilhet

 smoke break  I stand in the fire he left behind 

his xoxo on the card by the table... pink honeysuckle

 the space  between a rock and hard place... he finds me a flower 

 autumn rain  his body became  her umbrella 

 I carve  his likeness in a ginger root... shifting owl wings 

 broken crockery ... his recipe was the best  back in the day  

 barn swallow  I consume all of him  in one swift motion 

 mid snore...  his hand still rubbing  my back

 i whisper  you can love yourself  painted moon 

 eskimo kiss ... I trade winter cold  for blushing skin 

 midnight meeting  at the black cherry tree... cupid moon

 BANG spills between her legs  LIGHTNING  STRIKE 

 sunset of many colors  tequila moon 

 winter sun  without you these days  shorten 

 sweet shrub  the shine of her eyes  after wine 

 withered grass  this cigarette burns out  my crassness 

 her dancing  it created a RISE  in my fifth element 

 amid the shower steam  he craves my breathes... undressed  in shades of darkness 

 water weight on high oak leaves  titmouse movement 

 vanilla cream donut ...he missed the hole  the first time 

 a piece  of metal in the shape of God ... cross walk 

 casting spells  upon waves between  stars and wishes 

 gladiolus  against my groin her smile  boiling my blood 

 kamikaze kite kneeling for a true keeper... I only heard yes 

 devil's walking stick my dark soul rumbles  beneath my black lashes 

 blush fire  the way his words pierce my heart