the places it will warm

wasteland?
wonderland
peppered with wasted
worn and withered things
that once lived
and burned so brightly the eyes
wore halos

as the fire eviscerates
in order to reincarnate
and ashes, corpses, wilted wishes
become fertilizer
essential for new life
sprouts and sprigs
squeezing through the gray crumbled
piles

so there will never be
a part of me
untouched
by everything you are...
                                      ...were

each step taken
grinds in the disintegrated
unabated touch
sends it deep into the living soil veins
so that where there seems to be
nothing
seeds stream their roots
deep below the line
of site sending
a different kind of
fire

there is passion here yet
a spark that fights for
furious fire, full and
generous
in the places it will warm

a giant forest fire
a viscous lava flow
leaving behind
lush lands
potassium rich swirls
of iron
adding life to lifeless things
like the fire of hands
on skin on lips
on hips and the heat
of ursine
desire invisible
leaving a misty shadow beside
the one
rocking
alone so that
in silhouette
at least
there are still
two