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?

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Arch Ilagan

Date: 5/11/2009 6:22:00 AM

Appreciate the comment, l'nass.

L'Nass Shango

Date: 5/9/2009 5:14:00 PM

I am sure this will be read beyond my eyes ... and your answer shall be forthcoming ... be encouraged and let this creativity flow.

Arch Ilagan

Date: 5/9/2009 9:17:00 AM

Thank you, Mr. Anderson. I have read a couple of your work and I am very much impressed, (more like can-you-teach-me-amazement.) :)

Brian Anderson

Date: 5/9/2009 4:15:00 AM

you are a very deep poet. like your style and your way of connecting. real poetry!