Burning Woman
Burning Woman
I am watching
her embodied animation;
in exaggerated intonation.
Lightning ricochets about
in eyes
threatening to ignite my addiction.
I wish she would share her fire.
Brows invert; speech sharpens
A needle into my skull.
She is right, as always.
But this humble fuel will remain cold.
Then at night, when lights burn low,
I am left to rub sticks together
shoot inconsequential sparks.
Nothing will ignite her
until Morning comes.
Copyright © Dylan Wong | Year Posted 2015
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