flay me (jealously)

I live
in the borderland

I am not a man
I am not
a god

perhaps I am
both these things
in a fusion

in my hand
I hold a fire

mine to keep
or mine
to give

in my mind
I hold
a fire

I know where it is

it is mine
to take
as I please

so
flay me
for thievery

I hold the fire

flay me
for impudence

I hold the fire

one day
the eagle and I
will fly

so flay me
jealously

I have

I hold
your fire

~

Poem #517 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.