loose threads

what is the truth?

i don’t know
i don’t know
i really don’t know

do
you?

-rjm

prompt: what’s the truth? from escapril 

a stray ember breaks free
sails through air
     careless
  bites the amber needles
 of a tree on 
       the
              way
                       down 
to smolder in the sable tinder

that’s all it takes

fingers graze a 
bare shoulder, 
the ember

warm breath dances 
over an ear, 
the breeze

a vast wilderness of skin, 
the tinder

the forest
                   engulfed

                              our 
                      bodies
    incandescent 

-rjm