Linger in the last touch of daylight
Coaxing firelight
Out of the backyard pit
Losing track of the receding flame
The split wood your penance
Allowing the night to sneak up again
And for a moment while flames live bright again
You forget the night
Grey ash is hardly a fitting memorial
Grey ash can't tell you of the fever dance of flames
That lubricated virile conversation
Grey ash can't tease your mouth with fire-licked
Tasties
Grey ash forgets
Grey ash gives up
Grey ash is convinced that the night is longer than it really is
That spruce sparks will never light the candles of the sky
That morning is impossibly far away
Flame to soot
Revelry to clean up
I lingered there beside it
I breathed it in till it choked me
I watched it glow as the audience faded
I should have stayed
"Did you make sure to put it out?" she said
and the night leaks in
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