Friday, August 11, 2006

Title? (I'll take suggestions. . .)

And my love for life, for you, is the sweat-filled-night
lust for the whipcrack
the crazy peel
and part of skin from skin,
the poisoned candy apple red
drip and burn of candles,
flames guttering
and fading in the liquid of their own fire,
dying as heat and fire
must in a slow spiral of thermodynamics.

We are all flames, banked
and dimmed, like fires atop frozen'
lakes, chewing holes through ice, even we devour
tinder to carbon, to unlighted water, drowning
in the dark, leaving
nothing but charcoal
and ash, trapped
as flooded tunnels freeze
around us.


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