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Fire-Pit

How soon those eyes of yours
stretch across
to grab me by the soul
and squeeze
til heart drops drip
drip drip
and my knees
clank away
shaking.

Each time I say
I will not
let
these feelings sway.

My common sense
turns away
abandoning me;
my helpless self,
my angry self
my begrudging self
all line up inside me
and caterwaul;

leaving me exposed
to fiery rising Excitements Touch
poising above my soul straining
against Respondment's call
but l am losing the will-
my soul fluid
dripping away.
.
Where is the key you have
which unlocks my door?

Where is the silent heart-switch
which clicks
turning on my heart?

Where is that definition of love
that here fits?

This is a core mystery
I share with you
even when I don't want to:
even when I want to hide or run.

When my tent flap is closed
it opens
by my own hand,
against my will
and I am always surprised
wondering what part of my brain
worked that hand
despite the other No part of my brain.
saying No,
don't reach
don't go
but I do;

streaming
in my wake
abandoned regrets
and doubt;
as our silhouettes merge
in this holiday tent;

I hear
a night owl
go Hoot.
Hoot.

Amy's in the fire-pit;
soul aflame
memory gone.

Heart recklessly spent
on another night
with you
in the warm summer fire-pit
souls joined.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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