Firestone Friday: Poem XX

I cherish

your

grey hair

and

all of your

signs of living,

because they

reveal

moments, days, years,

that you

have grown

into your own

essence,

all the time

becoming

the most

radiant

thing

I’ve ever

known.

Ashes

It was

when I was

dust

that

I was

given the

embrace of life,

so I cry

into the wind,

“I can

scarcely

wait

to be

dust again.”

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XV

Your fingers

are flowing heat,

and I smile

as I wince,

when

the flames

rise

to lick

the back

of my neck

Cause

It is

chronically

exhausting

to care

for causes

and to

carry the burdens

of other hearts,

but it isn’t

nearly

as dangerous

as not.