Fire
© by
Eddie Francisco
White-hot fire in my night.
I dare not approach.
Searing flame consumes,
Cleanses, refines.
I cannot survive such purity.
Then nail-pierced hands emerge,
Flesh—soft but scarred.
Cradled in his embrace,
When I cannot come to him,
He enfolds with dove-like arms.
© by
Eddie Francisco
White-hot fire in my night.
I dare not approach.
Searing flame consumes,
Cleanses, refines.
I cannot survive such purity.
Then nail-pierced hands emerge,
Flesh—soft but scarred.
Cradled in his embrace,
When I cannot come to him,
He enfolds with dove-like arms.
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