Fire
for Boris and Liese
at
the day of his birthing
the essence of the fire it
reached inwards
downwards
deep into the earth
it found you
sleeping there
a dream
a thought of somewhere
bigger brought you
searching along
threads
the heat in tendrils
passed earthen hand
soft across your mother’s
tender-tough
midriff
call it what it was
a concert of the
seen the unseen
brought forth your
flesh from heat
from night
from sweetness
of the deeps
from the sweetness
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'the heat in tendrils
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So beautiful
wonderful poem!
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