Consumed (A Poem)

Waves of heat pull the moisture

       From my lips

And the smell of wood smoke

       Stifles my breath

As I reach forward to stoke the coals

       Of the fire.

Red, Orange, blue, black and grey

       Encased in one perfection


Waves of heat singe the eyebrows and beard

       Of my face

And the licks of flame

       Light the darkness

As I lean forward to drink the warmth

       Of this fire

Red, orange, blue, black and grey

       Of this one perfection.


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