I
you may
understand flame
if you
swallow it
but that
will not
make you
a fire
and you
will not
burn me
II
after hours
spent crawling
in cramped dreams
calling you
with a clamp
on my mouth
how long
have I been awake
with the sun
of your eyes
in mine?
III
Ice saw you walking
and began to melt
the naked trees bent low
to kiss your eyes and bloom
fire crept toward you
praying to be extinguished
and I stood in shadows
tongued tied
hoping by chance
to catch your eye.
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