12/17/10

And then there is flame: inside a glass, burning in your throat, warming up your heart. And then there is a wish, a dream that cannot be contained. We were content, barefoot, the cold keeping us safe. Then I had to try contact. And you, well you were already far away, far before I realized my failure, chasing after another fire, your hands seeking a spark, your tongue tying itself, with the words you've held back all night. And then there are gifts and we remember that this is not our night. My head clogged, my hands shaking, my heart in the right place. Beneath your heavy palm.