A fire in the woods
to keep warm, at first
two missing mobile
homes found
in a devastating way
We smile, settle
into one another
cheeks blooming pink
turned
ruddy from the burn
our eyes mesmerized by orange
dancing light
around dry branches, twigs, l e a v e s
the air wet from rain
yesterday's
steam rises
as the flame crackles
spits
beat of our vibration
And we stayed
seated across
in silence
our bodies pull to be closer
no one moved
our heartbeats in sync
eyelids pressed closed
afraid
as much as it felt complete
tears
stained cheeks
everlasting
the moon blurred into the sun
through days
gravity pressed onto our shoulders
lulling into the forest floor
until the fire turned
feather ash
I stood up
it's time to go.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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Comments (1)
I like the shift in tense at the end, it’s so effective. . It makes the reader long for the prior moment in a way. As though we commiserate on a feeling so grand it feels eternal, but so perfect it can only ever be fleeting.