A dagio thumping numbs my sense(s)
Skin parched and voice cold
Etched sheets of crumpled pavements
With a hammer and a chisel
Crack me down, until I am bare
Raw, undone, boundless
This rigid rime makes me shiver—
Goosebumps and adapted chills
Where’s the warmth?
For
I long for your fervor to smolder my finger tips
To float on your nimble toes to places dreamed
Swelling heads into coal seams
The forging of two minds
Into one elaborate twine
Firefirefire!
éclairer votre mèche.