Her Light Was Beautiful

Last night I dreamed of my friend, imagining us as lovers, two souls merging into one again and again until finally, she caught fire. We danced in the flames unthinking and unafraid. In the moment my tongue found her heat, she turned into embers, and I was left naked and embarrassed, stooping at the edge of a colorless ash that still held her heat.  
Her light was beautiful but ended too soon.