Fire
By bmccabe
Fire (a poem of A.M.) i want your fire… that charged spark that draws us all to you like moths even when your heat threatens to melt us… we all cling to you, our leading column of flame we convince ourselves that, like Sol, like Ra, like Apollo you could never --would not— disappear -- leaving us… me (alone) and so (sunburned) i bask (enraptured) we rush in (blinded) praying even as we burn. -brian f. mccabe 4/18/00 Written April 18th, 2000 © on Dec 06 2001 09:11 PM PST 0 • 10
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