My lighter nature
tried to put things together
We went to pull wood,
from the mountain,
to feed to the fire
The rain had been coming for 5 days straight
and receding plains
of wet rotting bark
made stepping hard
avoiding the mud
We laid all our blankets
out on the tarp
and he prepared
to give me
a whiskey box
some hash
and a scarf
We were warm
(and mostly naked)
there in the dark
I closed my palms
and pointed my fingers
then I carefully
pulled them apart
and he screamed WAIT!
There's a light.
An essence of energy,
a star screen, a gate
A manifestation
of all I create
Then he emptied his body
and poured me in
light
sparks
and waves
Before he put his hand in the stove
and polished my body in flames.
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