Take these words and burn them now
they can only reflect
this burning, creative rage
and a wild world of shadows.
The sun in every cell in body densely
burning with fuel of love, intensely
furnacing the old to allow the new,
vanquishing vanity and pretence.
Let it burn, in Eros flares of passion,
Let it melt down,
to the crater of creators,
Let the letting dissipate
within and without That
of which these lovers speak.
That holy, sacred firing of it all.
And now, a house to clean,
a dog seeking warmth,
a smile happening of itself
and a lightness in still being here.
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