Ashes

When he held me in a thrall of fire,
it was as though red was a shape
and the thumping came
from underground.

Listening to air-born chatter,
I grew warm only in his view
while my other angles cooled
like grass after rain.

Staring into make-believe eyes
as real as my own in a mirror,
I saw he was where I wanted to be
and we were burned away.