I sometimes write from the point of view of a character I’m creating. This poem is one of those pieces.
Captivating will o’ the wisp,
Laughter like crystal wind chimes.
Willowy limbs, smooth and white as cream.
Teasing and tugging my heart,
Coming only so close,
Going only so far.
Maiden of the borderland
For only a moment in time,
So near, carelessly fanning the flame,
Never dreaming you’d get burned.
My heated embrace consumed the child
and left us both older and wiser,
With hearts full of ashes;
No trophy has ever filled me
With greater regret.