by Iolana Paedelt
love,
lightened by fire,
only leaves dark red bruises.
your lips touch my skin,
we burn—
fast and bright.
half of me turns into ashes,
the other half crashes onto silent ground,
you let me go,
i fall from your hands
as you throw me away—
glowing cigarette butts on the pavement,
ruins of fallen lovers and broken hearts.
Iolana Paedelt is a German writer and poet. Her short stories and poems have been published in anthologies and magazines, both online and in print. Website: www.iolanapaedelt.wixsite.com/iolana-paedelt
Twitter: @therealpaedelt, Instagram: @therealpaedelt.
(Also read Iolana’s poem child from the November 18, 2019 Weekly. – Elephants Never)
You had me with the first three lines. Wow.
Wonderful.
A short poem yet no less poignant; it is beautiful to encounter writers who use only as many words as needed to express a thought!