Fire
The lecture falls on my head
where I've been called to listen
Where my father's hard work has
planted me
but sadly, there's no sun.
My sun-tanned family
couldn't know where I've been
when the dark was believed to be
a time of rest, for me, a sea,
it's supposed to fall over me
like this lecture
which just won't sink in
That just cannot touch me...
No, my mind is behind the sight
of my supine lover
who I drove to the ground
with an underwire
and the curve of neck
Who I covered with my mouth
when I made myself a tree
and deeper,
deeper,
my roots can touch
and feel it all at once...
that overwhelming well
that bursts with tears
from my eyes like a
spring
The darkness holds my open heart
and puts a hunger in my hips
puts a flame in the pit
and I just can't put it out
Not today
Not now
Words will have to roll off again
and maybe today I will fail to listen
but this is what I am
what my chest and lips have made me
an unquenchable fire
Copyright © Allison Ballard | Year Posted 2012
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