Pyre

Impossible to forget
But hard to remember
Fire and beast transfixed
Boots covered in mud
Winter heart blistering
Hair rising at the back
Of your neck and wood
Climbing across the creek

Shadows will not protect you
Forest cover will not protect you
We cannot protect you
And still the bursting chest
Rib cage will hold it in
Yet only for so long

Which doors will open
How faint the call
Which carriage shall bother
With a road so unloved
The throat is calm

Wings and waves
Wings and waves

Our compassion is boiling
Like water in a tea kettle
Balled up papers of the
Best poetry ever written
Brimming from a wastebasket

Blue eyes reflecting back
In a mirror of your smile
Dust at my back patted out
In our embrace and a cool
Draft beneath our feet

How close yet have we come
One can dream to get so near
And yet achieve it in the embrace
About your bones unpausing
Holding out for wished upon
Delicious comfort

It was in your arms
Or a figment if my imagination exists
It was in your arms
Or a desperate theory
It was in your arms
Beneath the lamp

© GÄ

Firehouse

She was the second person to accuse
Me of burning a house down
Just trying to be nice
Humble offerings
A touch of magic and
Suddenly the columns of
My temple were falling down!

Seen out of the corner of someone’s eye
Later reported almost by the bees
Mostly by the news but then they left too
I think we must have known
Each other in high school
Or maybe she just felt bad for me
In a way that my friends forgot how to
Because she knew I meant well
Because my face said it all

Because
Because

There was something genuine
And beautiful about my innocence
Or was it his if I am in fact a third person

Swift kindness and
Obliterated determination
To hold onto just one thing
One more column and then
It started to break
Open or did it close off?

It didn’t matter because again
It was changing and the
Most majestically gorgeous
Elements always do

Even when we lose everything
We gain the first time to have
Nothing again back

No need for a new wagon
Even flint can be used
To reignite the need for desire

Perhaps a sandy desert
Or a cricket in South Africa
Would be able to love him for his fire

Maybe it was a friend or a mother

© GÄ