As his lips traced the softness of her neck, he whispered to her kindred soul, a fire was lit. Such incandescence, the winter cold had no hope, the wind was useless, outlasted by a simple love, a love so speechless.
When first married, passion’s fire so hot, never the lovemaking did you scrimp.
Twenty years later, the embers are cold, and poker limp.
Her whole family safely escaped the burning house. For now.
He fell to his knees and they cracked under his weight.
Above him the sky burned on.
The last time I saw her, she had fire in her eyes.
That’ll teach her to play with matches!