I’m writing this poem, because I might want you.
I’m not positive of this but the want may be possible.
You see, I went to a bonfire tonight
And the flames and empty seat next to me when everyone was
Pairing up in the dim orange light
Made me think of the similar setting you and I were in a few nights ago
When you asked me why the flames were so intriguing.
I didn’t know what to say,
Being more concerned with the silence between us and
The comforting reassurance of your breath by my ear
But I’ve thought about it now dear.
The flicker of this gathering place pulls in our perception
Because it’s the physical proclamation of a reaction.
It’s combustion because some things collided and combined
Into illumination
And these flames are something we can dream of and we can feel
But we can never express in the ignition of this skin
When the passion sometimes feels the need to explode into sparks
Sending red glowing pieces out into the dark
Whether we’re side by side or face looking into face
There is this space
Where things are moving between
Between me and you and him and this burning tree
Some might call it lust and some throw out the phrase love
But I know it has to do with a promise, like when Noah sent out that dove.
That there is peace on this Earth.
When we let him give it to us.
And this peace, it can change us.
It can fill all the spaces with the things we know up here
And it can make them drop.
They can take the 18 inch dive from our minds to our lives.
The lives that live when our hearts see a simple fire
As a model for what can happen
If we take of fthe masks and set aside any traps
And come into this reaction together
Ready for the combustion of vulnerable intersection
Burning together
Raising our eyes with the smoke and sparkling ashes
Shoulders and hands barely touching
Knowing the night is way bigger than this.
