Arson II (with Haiku & Refrain)

November 11, 2013:

(~tisk, tisk, tisk

whoosh)

My Autumn dies slow

in November's stodgy breath.

Your death needs more life.

(~tisk, tisk, tisk

whoosh...

our souls float different drifts...)

With this single match,

I strike wood off my soul, this

combustible heart

And fly, I do, to

your cold and crying members,

this last, kindling kiss.

(~tisk, tisk, tisk

whoosh!

what glorious, fiery risk!)

The kiss of a lion,

tongue of flame accompanied,

sends me your warm love,

laps the gentle air,

colors the wind like the trees,

roars them back to life.

(~tisk, tisk, tisk

whoosh.

I hear the sirens crisp.)

Beware, water chieftain.

I prolong, not stop, sure death.

Her life will end soon.

You call her "wildfire,"

but men of blood assault her

like beasts, with their spit.

(~tisk, tisk, tisk

whoosh!

to Autumn, my eyes shift!)

Enjoy this final act

This audience only blind

to your bright beauty:

steps that spring up ash

under dress of heaven's light,

dancing with the leaves

(~tisk, tisk, tisk

whoosh...

the smoke has finally lift...)

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December 9, 2016:

(~tisk, tisk, tisk...)

We burned ten in Troy,

but with your hue on my back,

I can still keep warm.

(~tisk, tisk, tisk...)