Scorch
You see me in the smoke
Circling your chimney,
Ever-present yet peripheral.
If only you knew...
Even fire can't keep you warm.
You feel the embers of a flame
That blazes not for you,
Not for anyone
And think the sputters
That reach your soft skin
Instill a pain indicative of love.
Into every ring of life
You cut,
Further and further
Until my reflection tethered to you
Was no image at all
But a box.
You can't cage light.
My vines reach beyond metal,
Beyond tears--
Ascend to only
The box in which you reside.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world