One burst of heat

Feelings fueled by flame

My breath expires

Then flicker, smoke and rain.

My heart grows tired

Of feeding dying flames

It's what transpired

Now only ash remains.

Your eyes were burning

Lips rushing

Our hearts were turning

A fierce yet fickle beat.

Burn slow

Simmer, glow

Dim light

Flicker, fight.

This is how I turned my pictures into less than 1,000 words.