Ember
Thy scarlet rise, thy wistful blur
I delve, into thine purest passion
and taste the ember
of our crazed pollution.
Thy lash, thy whipping break
I, hither under thine blooming scuffle
soothe the yoke of this moment
with the edge of epiphany's
final gasp.
Sink thine breath into mine marrow,
and live within me,
within this embrace.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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