you can't start a fire without a spark Dec 10, 2011
you hold a magnifying glass
to my ear
a tiny sun on my ear drum,
a wildfire blowing across my nervous system
but you soothe
as well as ignite
pouring cool skin over me,
an anointment, a flood
and from above, the beams of your eyes
sweep the dark places between my ribs
kicking dust up into spaces
i had forgotten to clean
but it doesn't matter now
as the crest of you comes down
ruining my house of bones
carrying a soup of me
to the dark waters
you can't start a fire without a spark
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linked from: IX. The Necessity of Bricks
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