in a world of tinder, a bit of ember.

last night
i went to bed 

with ember

i was cold and blue
and i needed some warmth

i may be guilty
of holding her a bit too close
a bit too tight

but i guess
it was 

that kind of night

but there was this one thing
about ember
i had forgotten

you could never be too sure
if it was

distance or proximity
that she sought

too close 

would mean suffocation

too much space,

a blaze.