Fireplace
I light
this flame, during
winters of my mind.
I etch your
fingertips into my own.
This is naivety, or
tight-lipped behavior, like
sparks consuming coal.
I long for you,
like embers and chimney tops,
or chimneys and skies.
If I lit the clouds,
with this flame,
would it pour,
enough to bring
summer in my heart?
Copyright © Arch Ilagan | Year Posted 2009
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