the lovely flame that
breathes from my cupped
palm on your shoulder, that
bursts into an emblazoning
fire along the nape of your neck.
each smoldering of ash is a
gentle caress.
the blossoms of heat are
a pulsing beat, of life
that sprouts along the
length of my deadened hand;
giving it breath,
breathing blood into
the cold, blue fingers
2018
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