Fire and Kisses

My hands trembled.

A little hesitation,
I was to play with fire.
His touch burnt deep into my skin,
But left a solacing effect.
It was the salt to my wound.
I bled,
As he stabbed me,
With something unknown;
Or a celestial blade.
He sucked my soul out,
As i longed to breathe.
He emptied me,
All my organs; one by one,
Till i was his.
I melted
And our lips parted;
The distance increased.
Finally our ways parted,
But he carried me.


By Ashna Mathur (Editor, Poetry)