When Fire Eats Fire
She was staring at
him
With passion
burning
In her clear blue
eyes.
He looked back at
her
With a faint smile
–
A reply of care.
She was watching
him
Reading the papers,
With her
thoughtful glare.
He gaped at the
beauty
Of this amazing lady
That he truly
owned.
She was examining
him,
Now with a coarse
smile
And watery eyes.
He glanced at her
Then to his last
cup of coffee;
And back to his young
lover.
She was just
staring at him…
With both passion
and fear,
With love and loathing,
With loss and gain;
With guilt and
triumph.
Just staring at
him…
‘Til his very last
breath…