In the Wilderness

I cover my caves with stones

trying to tame the darkness

resurrect the demons and emerge a saint

in your eyes,
but their hourglass shine confessed

that all wicks are eventually snuffed out
every fire to be taken
with the wind...

I dream that we fill a pit
with broken branches and dead leaves

spend the night naked
by the flames,

and in the morning

we fan the cinders from both sides

smile as smoke curls into heat
warms our hands another time