fire poker

my heart dwells by your hearth

like the cast iron fire tool,

the warmth of your fire

heats my metal slowly;

then in the grip of your firm hand

ignites me as the fiery ingot,

that was my creation;

greater even than the embers of fire,

that you thrust me into;

only to cool to the icey loneliness

when you unhand me.

GG

Gerry Gilligan, c. 2009, copyright, all rights reserved