finger flame
lit world
blue and orange and blue
through the fog of fever
and snorker of cold
and gristful mill of herringbow meal
single flame glows
brings us to flesh point
scintillating
tickle-ish
boasting glazed
hearth-rug hair
castoff from chocolate wrapper
and bath salts and flowed floored robe
breath in
chin up
smile and step
for best foot forward
into tinsel
out of wool
from the kill
to the blow
wary fairy
clutching hitman's soft downy
forearm hair