controlled burn

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promise of a controlled burn
paper tight twisted,
trenches dug

with underbrush trimmed
you keep your cool.

splintered vines wind between
and the peel of birch bark reminds
us of our way as we hide
among the ghosts of the forest,
eating haiku sandwiches


I like lovers light brown crisp
caramelized on the end of a stick
inside liquid melts
knowing when to pull back
before sugar fires carbon
black, bitter, useless

and you like it raw
dipped in warm
or pulled to taffy
between fingers
onto tongue

always, always with the promise
of a controlled burn

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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Nothing's as uncontrolled as a controlled burn where lust is concerned...

hippiedudehippiedudealmost 20 years ago
How can I

ever eat roasted marshmellows with my kids again! Yikes! Well done, understated, "controled".

angeloneroangeloneroabout 20 years ago
Now I must read more ...

I read your comment on my "It's a Bug's Life" piece and had to read something of yours. You out-do me by a heap, girl! Well done. And with regards to your question about forest being in quotes, well i actually was in the forest when I wrote it, but the forest was a typical southern california forest, with not many trees, more deserty. Back-East girl, I am. You're the second person to comment on the quotes, so I will remove them. And work on something else today, fueled by people reading and COMMENTING (good or bad) on what I do.

SouthSkyEyesSouthSkyEyesabout 20 years ago
Mercy, Woman!

I do like it ... raw, delectable.

Left me seared, uncertain if more over your words here than my imaginations over the woman who wrote them.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 20 years ago
hear those words

this poet seems comfortable making readers twitch.

like knowing how simple it is to amaze, so delicate an art

even flung paints dripping to the commands of chance ripped off.

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