There
we are, as the alone fires of two.
We
started with these innocent flames,
composed
of shavings and kindling
from
the precipices of previous relationships.
The
home of self as forest from within
yielding
larger tinder pieces for wanting,
eventually
offered for participation into this blaze.
We
two, as ourselves,
made
of interior backdrops
that
allow for invitational warmth
and
self-permitting softness towards light.
These
flames, even in flicker, took stances
that
we could see as reflected upon the other.
This
allowed for both of us
to
make contributions to the fire of ourselves.
Our
face-to-face became a form of continuance
and
self-permissions united became our glow.
The
light we generated,
being
the oldest of the naturalness
out
of both of us.
Dormant
interiors from within each of us
got
up to dance into the heart of this light.
There
was a swim to the stir
of
our shared awareness.
What
was natural for us and from us
stepped
forward in self-permissions granted.
All
language was now formed
from
the flames as tongues upwardly pronouncing
out
the mouths of their fire.
Topics
appeared with cathedral implications.
Tall
spires of shared-ness
became
evident in a co-melting presence.
Skin
became a sense of conviction
feeling
the current of reality for the warmth of it.
There
was a blaze of our beings
coming
forth out of our animated shadows.
Conversation
became the kindling,
touch,
an unexpected combust.
The
fire stayed lit up with these immediacies.
Our
spirits sharing
intoxicated
our interiors commoning sky.
The
actual burn became our momentaries as metaphor.
Our
shared intimacy
then
became the real flame,
our
communal fire, the spirit of our light.
We,
you and I, are always of this kindling,
of
this kindred.
Bathed
in ever-kindness as the eternal flame
is
the subtle sightlessness, our ascension . . .
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