Somewhere, Beat the Devil

Embers meet tree. life like tarantella steps
these moments with you
in stasis. december descending in the east. words with so much fluid
spreading thin. let it be love.
that i may be far from truth
lends this more than i had hoped for. lighted silhouette
from within itself
remembers only touch. never cold after fire. through night and chrysanthemum dreams
from neighborhood and relative
to city and stranger
sun slice a river through my body, and one last breath. pulse. heart of yours
under skin and skin of roses. light. let it be love
that i may be deserving of.

"is it sweet sweet sweet the sting? is it real, your infusion?"