She was fire

The cleansing flame

To her

The past was nameless

The future an apparition

She never watched the sand

Slip from the hourglass

She harmonized

With the flash of the second

And flickered
She laughed easily


Her smile could be coaxed

With simplicity and scribble


In her shameless joy

She was not gentle

When she loved
Like the flame

Licking at your fingertips

Begging to consume

She was hard to resist

The way she glowed

With trouble 

And playfulness 
Her name was

On the tip of your tongue


And honeyed
She is fire

The cleansing flame

She’ll make you be born


Just like she is

instant to instant


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