Tinder

It’s been a difficult week.

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Tinder (written 3/8/17)

We could have been a forest fire,

started by a chanced match

dropped onto ready tinder I carried

in my bones. Dry and eager,

I exploded into a deluge of flame,

your fingertips the flint to my steel.

 

It bloomed like a forest fire,

the press of your mouth a driving gale,

calling my embers to remember

their phoenix shape. I wanted you

set ablaze too, wanted my touch

to send you smoldering.

 

The hunger was a forest fire.

We raced to devour each other.

We inhaled dead things and breathed

out sparks. Two writhing flames

combining to reshape my world.

 

I was transmuted in this fire

but you did not want all the air

in the open sky. You longed for different

light: the gentle glow of fireplace;

the soft companionship of a two-wick candle.

 

And even forest fires must die,

killed by unexpected rainstorms.

I’m shrinking, reshaping ash

into fresh flesh and bone.

I’ll wash the scorch marks from my skin

and begin to gather new tinder.

 

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One thought on “Tinder

  1. dididialogues

    I love this line: “I’ll wash the scorch marks from my skin / and begin to gather new tinder.” Wonderful imagery! Courage to try again, even in the midst of suffering.

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