...and with my hands under my thighs
i swore an oath to be near the things
i love the best.
as
i rake the coals i try to re-discover what is beneath me and what i am
capable of. i can love. yes. i can still love amongst the January embers
for as this year draws to a close with its gaping mouth i walk amidst
flames. Emotions and explosions the alchemist inside of me dreams of
fire and renewal within a moment's breath of yesteryear. The tricolor
tongue of crimson, gold,and amber color the night sky with the wind
behind my eyes and a song nestled in my memories...
for whatever
armor i had before i had to learn to let go for the taste of the days
that still burn. and i have learned that a need can run so deep that the
only way to end the thirst was to risk it all. With a wineglass in hand
i call out into the night illuminated and sing the names of those who i
admire most. Standing alongside the choir of flames for they know how i
sear, they stand witness to my laughing eyes and dancing heart. For i
am cut from a different cloth than others, i wear my heart on my sleeve
and my courage in my throat. Through these times of troubles i know i
will stay true to myself and live again burning brightly....
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