Close to the Flames

Close to the Flames

We arrange these memories into stories

And we tell our lives as tales around

A flickering fire on dark nights

When the world lies out of reach.

All I have is the touch of your skin

Against mine, as we watch the flames

Curling around the blackening logs

As each story of our lives before this now

Unfolds slowly into each other���s ears.

We had times before this moment

Even though it now holds everything

We have ever wanted, and want it to last

Far longer than any moment ever has done.

We do not want to break the spell,

Or look away from the flames,

Move skin away from flesh,

Or let the outside world back in.