
The last flame sows the first flame.
Any attempt to end
carries a beginning
within its conception.
The energy of the last flame
is transformed into desire
for a new flame.
The heat of the fire
as it ceases to burn
becomes hunger
for a new warmth,
the heat in our bellies.
Power from fire to food,
to chew,
to stomach's acidic fiery stew.
The combustion engine
in the center of man
drives the way
to the new fire's plan.
A fire only returns to the air
what the trees took before,
with the heating sun's blaze.
The last month leads to first month,
So we call it the last,
but the form ever stays.
Omega to Alpha,
the climax of sex
is the sowing of seed.
I can rill that circle,
or delay it at will,
till the old wood is purple
from the cold on the hill.
The climax of fire
is the starting of seed,
the launch of desire,
the sparking of need.


Comments (1)
This is a beautiful poem. Love the image!