Spark

A constant flush of heat will
Flare and flicker, unseen,
In the walls and in the
Roofs above our heads.

In the crimson blotches on our cheeks;
The steady, unsteady, uncertain beat
Of our hearts, palpitating, hidden,
In the caverns of our chest.

In the faintly shimmering spark between
Our ears, behind our
Eyes, alight, aspiring,
Artless.

And the hush of wind and grit
Against the fire halts the
Flickers of the flame
And it dies out,
In silence.