Friday, February 2

Call and Response

She Calls to Me

What is this humming, thrumming current
Pulsing feverish through the wire
What is this singing in my veins
What is this pull against all reason
That draws me to you as a moth to flame
What poet’s voice that leads me the fire

I Respond

sit next to me by the fire
we have been chilled to the bone

this is not a fire of consumption
but the slow burn of blue flame

I will bring a blanket
and something savory to eat

we fit in places that are thawing,
leaving puddles on the floor

I am quivering
from the want of you

Come…Behold…Be Ablaze!

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