Breathing Flames

Something is calling me, a wolf howl, a drum beat , the scent of smoke on the wind. At night, spinning and spitting flames, we are more than what we are.

Ring around the moon, bright in my eye, thin wailing howl coming from my throat, ripped from there by the rushing wind scattering sparks around us.

A deep breath, hesitation. Pressing the bottle to my lips, mouth filling with the slick warmth of lamp oil. Not too much. Don’t swallow, don’t spit. Hold it in your mouth, like a pouch, a water jug. Don’t spit, wait for the torch.

I wonder if the dragon was scared the first time he breathed fire.

The air is tight in my lungs, ready to burst forth, wanting to push the liquid from my mouth. Hold the torch up, not too close.

Then release.

Fire blooms before my face, searing my lips with heat, roaring in the dark. Just as quickly it fades away, leaving me to wipe oil from my chin and spit out the last of it from my mouth. I will taste it all night, not just the lingering oil but the flames as well, flickering in my dreams until it startles me awake with the acrid scent of smoke in the dark.

Something is calling me, a wolf howl, a drum beat , the scent of smoke on the wind. At night, spinning and spitting flames, we are more than what we are.

Ring around the moon, bright in my eye, thin wailing howl coming from my throat, ripped from there by the rushing wind scattering sparks around us.

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Desire

I wish to know my mind

Well enough to know

What I could do

If I had the courage

Is there a tempest in my pen?

Or a galaxy in my mind?

Is there love in my heart?

Or cruelty in my eye?

If I had the courage to seek

what would I find?

Would I find love?

Or would I find hate?

Would I destroy?

Or would I create?

Are there symphonies

Locked within me?

I have long drifted in the cosmos

What I need

Is someone

To bring me back to earth

Without restricting

My will to fly

There is an ocean

In the corner of my eye

If I turn to look

It is gone

Sometimes at night

I feel my spine

Curve with the sky

And I carry stars on  my back

There are ashes in my heart

But seeds must be planted

Before anything grows