After You’d Gone

burning trees
burning trees! 

left my hand spread open
withering, waiting, wanting.
how soon is now? 
how late was then? 

left my hair cut to the skin
scorching, smelting, smearing.
I used to be so free
You used to be so me.

burning trees
burning trees! 

Swing around, kiss my belly
toss and turn, leave me yielding
come home creeping, I’ll pretend

the house is not on fire
the house is not on fire!

may,2012

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