Fire, Memory

blow the flames to life.
that slow, blue
flicker
licks cold air,
beckons your kiss.

wish
dream illucid dreams
in this dark room
the red chair
empty
full of memory

don’t look.

All these things;
baubles
trinkets
knick-knacks
lace
reminders
tremble, wait, want
to burst.

close your eyes
blow the flames to life
wrap yourself
in far-off feelings
in silence.

still the air…

my child

my darling

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