something about him.

Her burning question
Was his cooling answer
A cold breath still feels
Warm upon untouched skin
She invited him in
Brave enough to run
With the wind,
Piece by piece
She'll get there
Where hell hath no fury
and flames lay between
knowing little bit
by little
he was a place
She'd never been
Knowing that something
about him burns
Her heart awaiting the scold
even if her burning question
Left breaths upon her skin
so cold
A story yet to be told.

nardine Sanderson 02/08/2015.