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Ignition Point |
I am the once-fertile prairie
dessicated beyond remembering rain
seeds scattered in hot desert winds
without knowing how
to be washed to earth
I am left waving dry stalks,
an ocean of brittle frailty
in an arid sea of air
flagellating the heat
under an empty blue heart.
You could light me with your smile, if you wanted
I am tinder, kindling laid ready,
waiting for that spark
dry these three winters
no hint of moisture
from clouds that passed by
looked pretty in the sunset
and sailed on,
ships leaving the night barren
and my waves, shining and dusty.
We are destiny in flame
waiting for a moment to ignite
all you have to do is
touch these flints together
your passion scorching these combustible lips
Sear me! Devour me!
Kiss me into inferno
Mormon rain
then drown me, wet me, feed me
let me grow again.
copyright 2004
Jeni
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