Fires I’ve Made

by Samuel De Lemos

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I’m adept at making fires.
Must have been all the
fires I made in the woods
with my friends on those
chilly Saturday nights.

Those youthful nights lost
in the quagmire of pent up
lust and cheap American beer.

Staring at the flames,
mesmerized by the radiant heat
of my adolescence and
reflected in the amber
dance of burning logs.

flames licking the sky
as darkness is revealed,
while slow moving
red embers glow.

Enjoying the heat.

Now at my home’s brick
hearth; older, wiser
but still lustful-my body craves
the warmth of the fires
I’ve made.

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