Twin Flames

Twin flames blur love's lines; a passionate, poetic dance of desire and unity. #TwinFlames

The bed was cold when I woke, wrinkled from our ménage à trois last night. My heart sank; my mind reeled with despair. You were gone, pre-dawn; no note, no goodbyes. Your absence carved a cavernous void, yet your scent lingers, drawing me back to last night's chaos. I lay there staring at the ceiling, your Sister's fragrance still clinging to my skin. It's not my fault; the game was your desire, a scripted play. You played with fire, and now you're upset; you feel burned?

Your Sister came in early this morning, laid beside me, and held me, pressing her heat against my morning ember. What shall I do? Her body feels like you, your echo, but her flesh now fetches my ejection. Your Sister, your Shadow Trickster, weaves her passion in your place. She wears your clothes, and remembering your soft embrace, I forget who I hold; your mirror. She is copy hot, a Serrano Pepper like you; the fire you produce in my heart. You two are the perfect pair; I can't tell the difference. Graceful, smooth, and sleek, your perfect forms cast exact reflections across my heart, a double silhouette blurring the lines of our love.

How can I resist you in her? She is you, a perfect copy; I can't; I don't want to. You came as one, but now you run? She's still here, an echo of you, but her own. You are the Sunshine, a sharp-edged knife; the Moon and Starlight in the night; she's your dé ja vu companion you brought into our life.

Regret is not part of my conception; I want you, I want her; I want to be wrapped in your dual reflection. Did you script this play to burn? I'm caught in the flame you both ignite, with no desire to return. She's your twin Sister; you say you miss her and want to make amends. So be it; you scripted this play, this tangled bond, I'll defend. We want you just as much as a river wants the rain; Your echo, a flash flood that captured me and throbbed my heart to flame.

When I woke up this morning, I saw your ring — now back on your hand, our vow reborn. You're two Sisters — one fierce heart, twin flames melding our souls. Now, three as one, we stand, knitted in a bond that burns forevermore.

Twin Flames is a companion to Dé•ja vu Denial in my poetry folder

Deja Vu Denial / April NEWBIE Prompt  (18+) A fiery poem; love, blame, and conceit, weaving a tale; twin sisters, scripted passion. #2339450 by Noisy Wren