Twinflames (Fire)

We came from fire when stars struck –
they say our gaze penetrated realms;

the wings on our backs spanned tribes –
magma of galaxies – our torsos glowing,

the earth below was meant to be gold,
our cords entwined in gilded spiralling.

They say heat generates from us – flare
in hearts that have tried breaking free –

we hold key and wand in illusion
of destiny; we lock time in mirrors.

There is alchemy in lanterns we burn;
the brim of the chalice is mouth of fire –

elemental like creation, incendiary like life,
invisible like air that fans dormant embers.