i would like you to know
that i still light fires
sometimes,
outside of locked or
unlocked
doors
and the scent of
burning paper
in the night air,
the heat, even,
against my face,
for a few moments —
a small tumbleweed
of flame
and paper —
is the same, each time.
this is to you, for recollections shared,
this is to you, a benediction,
this is to you, with light in your eyes.
This is beautiful. You have such a way with words; they always seem firm, and yet also ethereal. (If that makes sense.)
ReplyDeleteJenica - Certainly; you always make sense. I thank you.
ReplyDeleteEvocative and exquisite.
ReplyDeleteBookmarked so I can return to it and read it again and again.
leonie - Oh! :) How I am grateful for your company here.
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