Smokey the Bear

Hands formed by coal upset innocent
skin. A trembling voice pleads
Please, I love you…

A vast fire lying inside, never warning
the match has been lit. Her whimper fails
to cool this fuming flame.  He fuels

shame.

Spits of ember slap–
she well knows she’s a disgrace
as he burns the glow from her face.

Tears of blood seep from wounds within,
although some leak through broken skin.

Soon after ignition, streams extinguish.
A victory won by the smokey bear,
he picks up a light– sweet smoke fills
the air. She looks at the burns
that are not to be shared
as he kisses then whispers 

don’t be scared.