Nina Brav

Writer, Blogger, Entrepreneur

It Was Arson

Knew at once,

When bright eyes caused sparks,

Carefully fanned between

Subtle smiles and soft chatter.

Star covered sky

Broke open, gently

Showered us in champagne rain

Until Chandon soaked bodies

Lit with desire.

Flames entangled us—

Blazed, but unburned.

Inflamed, but unafraid.


So we spent the night

Aflame, unencumbered,

Dancing to soft rhythms.

Sneaking tastes of blackberry, Pinot

From molten lips and craving bodies.

Difficult to end,

Harder yet to repeat,

Moonlit night

Burned to memory.