What thinking of you does to me
Breathing sulfur from an exhaled flame
The plumes curl over my head
twins of fire plunder my chest
Inhale, exhale
I've always thought, "Conflagration,
how painful to be scorched
much more to be entombed
in a spiral of fire." Ha!
This is joy.
Your breath sets me glowing from within
When you rose above the horizon
With wings and claws and fangs
Magnificently, like the moon.
Below you this creature stirred
And gaped and laughed and cried.
My arms reached for your embrace,
Frisky as a monkey.
Yes, breath fire. Fly steep
Fly hard. Fly strong.
My heart, you are my heart.
My joy, you are my joy.
I rush up to meet smoke and heat
Love, without ashes.
Copyright 2015 Cristina T. Cheng
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