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Tender Body Tinderbox
The fire shone across your irises
Making them like sequins
Stolen from the sun’s gown
And my body felt
As if those embers
That typically fizzle into nothing
On their journey to the sky
Travelled into me
Turned my veins into twigs
My bones into logs
And burned, burned, burned
My chest still smolders
Waiting for the tiniest spark
A fleeting speck of flame
To turn this fleshly tinderbox
Into an inferno
That renews my soul
Like a brush fire rejuvenates a forest
