Past the gloam of impassioned loss
Laughs triumphant passion’s cost.
The clear, unsalted marker’s twist
Wrung groundless, inducting kissed
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
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,
Fight fire’s cool invite
To sweep cinder stockings.