Three, Five, Eleven

fan the embers
feed the fire
reach toward desire
blood boiling,
don't dismiss the thought so quickly.
sit with it,
reel with it,
feel it, steal it,
recoil, reconcile.
Toil, turn and earn my trust
Lust
for more
...into dust
the heat makes me weak
solitary dreamer
pressing
impressing
not opressing



~S.I.M.