boxing jewels

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I’ve heat recently near
Exhaustion,
Succumbing to a chill susurrus,
Bleeding silence.

You.

You flowed to, and
Slowly soaked into,
Me.

At once a fuel and a spark.

Not incendiary,
Not a pyrotechnic show with
Smoke and shrapnel.

Less a torch than an oil lamp,
I the wick.

You flowed to, and
Slowly soaked into,
Me.

Now I am lit,
Gently,
Cleanly,
Sometimes brightly.

You flowed to, and
Slowly soaked into,
Me.

I will flow to, and
Slowly soak into,
You.

In Residue on 22 October 2004 with no comments