There’s a fierce audacity about fire:
the way it barges into our bones unannounced
the way it barrels our bodies into a concave –
into vessels ready for a flame-glossed revival.
This invasion happens every morning
in a totem of events.
First, we yawn into the cervix of dawn
and choke on drowsy psalms.
Then our tongues unblur
and our sounds are octaved
with a burst of languages.
Hosanna gushes out of our pores
and the fire falls.
It doesn’t trickle like the shadowy drops
of a dying rain
neither does it tap our skins gently like a visitor.
It falls with fierceness
parching our throats
igniting our souls
unleashing its ire on anything
that resembles a blemish.
After every release,
after every invasion
our bodies are branded as
scorched
perfumed offerings
awaiting the next dose of fuel
and flames.
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Wao! what a superb write-up. I love the flow too, so intriguing.
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