I inhaled sparks
Because sparks are love.
And bonfires are
Orphanages for sparks.
And a burning fire
Sometimes sends sparks my way.
I inhaled sparks
From a bonfire that
Had been lit by a Giant.
He asked
"Are you cold?"
And knelt down with two
Sticks between his hands
Even though I was quite not cold.
He went to work
With two sticks
That turned into vapid flame
And the sparks
Jumped from the fire
Like kids running away from home.
I walked to the fire pit and
Caught the sparks with my hands.
Held them up to my face like a cup of coffee
And with one swift breath
I inhaled sparks.
And oh God,
It wasn't enough.
They needed to be rekindled.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 6:32 PM UTC
I inhaled sparks
Because sparks are love.
And bonfires are
Orphanages for sparks.
And a burning fire
Sometimes sends sparks my way.
I inhaled sparks
From a bonfire that
Had been lit by a Giant.
He asked
"Are you cold?"
And knelt down with two
Sticks between his hands
Even though I was quite not cold.
He went to work
With two sticks
That turned into vapid flame
And the sparks
Jumped from the fire
Like kids running away from home.
I walked to the fire pit and
Caught the sparks with my hands.
Held them up to my face like a cup of coffee
And with one swift breath
I inhaled sparks.
And oh God,
It wasn't enough.
They needed to be rekindled.
