Tag: desire

  • Without Naming You

    I would tell you this
    if I knew how to say it
    without naming you.

    I watched a leaf burn.
    Quickly—
    green, then black.

    I almost blew out the flame
    to keep it from aching.

    But I didn’t.

    I watched it whelp
    in its own cracking

    two small red places
    burning inside the dark.

    And I thought of you.

    Not because you are the fire.

    Because I could have stopped it.

    I didn’t.