First Light

liquid has swift wings when the fuel is sweet and glasses half-full consistent light dims as a sigh for the shadow's walk, reflecting inward glow elation of the stranger's eye flint strike spark dry timber, helpless ignition fast flame, burn smokeless ember drenched favored hands flicker glide and clench, sticky sweet and ashen blisters form unnoticed in confused heat, diminished sunblast shatter curtain call, morning mist remembrance soldered faces of the dancers burnt with dreamstate's grin.