Furnaces

 

Past the gloam of impassioned loss

Laughs triumphant passion’s cost.

The clear, unsalted marker’s twist

Wrung groundless, inducting kissed

Furnaces,

Fresh fires wishing well

Upon fair bows arrow fawns.

 

A cherry dropped in consecration.

Pyre inspired by their road trip nation

Crying range and skit and scurmish

Into open mouths, bejewelled ash

Furnaces.

Firm fire’s fog companion

Wriggles steep freefall romance.

 

He wants to shy my books aside,

But wanes beneath my fire’s sky.

A salt assumed for tethered sandwiches,

Loaves leaping over roach end ridges,

Furnaces

Fight fire’s cool invite

To sweep cinder stockings.

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