Lilac flame

I should be terrified, waking
in this healing cauldron
with you, over-hot like
porcelain heating in a kiln
only to emerge at dawn pure
and richer for the experience.

I prefer the tint of lilac, pink
that reminds me of your lips.
I smell the hint of vanilla,
swirling through senses that swerve
to avoid cooling too quickly
and ending this experience.

Instead I burn still, impressed
by salt-covered bravery that lingers
somewhere near my stomach,
as white turns pink
and the flame refuses to fade —
my heart (full).

© 2021 Phillip Knight Scott

Today’s word of the day is “terrified.” Not being terrified myself, I went a different direction.

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

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