I was at a loose end

Coiled up for action

Capable of anything

Any hot infraction

 

You fanned my flame

Got me into a fever

Never let me sit still

Pulling every lever

 

Combustion failed us

From sad mouldering

We barely rose above

A gentle smouldering

 

We tried to rekindle

Gave the fire a poke

Rubbed twigs together

Lit not coal but coke

 

The flames dimmed for

Doomed love, ill-starred,

Ashes round our feet,

Best intentions charred

 

I wanted a Joan of Arc

An affair we could bake

A slow burner, I fell and

Got burned at the stake

 

Combustion failed us

From sad mouldering

We barely rose above

A gentle smouldering