A Penny For the Poor
Fire lets there be light in the wintry ravines
that hide between mountains of nickel and iron.
Illuminated by spouts of trickling light,
you tickle my eyes and rinse my sight in delight.
Adamantine beauty shorn from the earth's belly.
Tempting fingers, enticing tongues.
I touch you for a second and you release
invisible frost that dances then dissolves
upon my palm from which a trillion tongues
emerge to taste your transfixed light.
Copyright © Noah Dugan | Year Posted 2017
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