The Wake of Wildfire

A secret love affair goes public. (Two strays and two victims makes four.)

(She and I) kept a flame,
Forbidden fire,
in a secret hearth
away from loving eyes.

A private place;
a stolen pyre,
to keep us warm
in love's demise.

Too hot, too bright,
we stoked it higher
till wrongful glory's blaze
shone in storming skies.

Fingers pointing:
false desire.
Wife and husband
our truth despise.

In shame we hide
from righteous ire.
Four lovers meet to sort
The ashes of our lives.