Burned--Black Series

Fire

Burns as if alone

Content in it's singular existence.

Colors 

Fade in & out 

Light to dark, translucent, beautiful.

Alone

It can not stay

In need of contact with the air that surrounds it.

Craves

That touch, that brings it life

Without it, knowing it will surely fade.

Afraid

Of the force it desires

Of being overpowered, extegished from existence.

This 

I understand, this need for you

Your light, flames of crimson & sapphire blue.

For with you

I breath life

I so desperately crave.

Without you

I feel 

The air leave the room.

Balance
It seems
Is never easy.

To have your life
In me, to feed from it
Without being consumed by you.

Why
I keep coming back
Drawn to you.

Why
I move away
Before I get burned.