one night in front of the fire

coal aglow
the wood is gone
charcoal teeth
red-smiling

a plume of flame
blue dancer
to three tunes

the luff

the flare

the burning

dragon throat
a promised burn
blackened red
fire purring

and I
fool me
creep close in-drawn
to feel the blaze
kiss me
kiss my face

what help for me
I looked into its eye
no help at all
I am fallen


© Frank Prem, 2017

June 2017 Poem #03: winter oh

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