I was the fire and the livelihood of its power
Willing as a disciple to understand the heat described by the flames blazing and dying
a longing performed in the dance
licked the scorched bones of thirst
the yearning for a missed cool
nutrients surrounds the exploited sections as a liberation of the proud force
a sweeping shape
as in the design of the nights’ incipient darling
fall in my arms, let them envelop your trembling soul
fire can see
as a singed desire seeking its loan
its long-sought reprieve.