Thirsty Fire

Thirsty Fire

                                                            Lebanon, NH

                                                            August 6, 2012

I have loved you forever, it seems;

Lit by the thirsty fires of dreams.

I am lost in the woods tonight,

Outfitted with a poem I did not write….

Half drunk on my mind’s eye,

A measure of acuity keeps my head held high.

I will never again recognize those trees as a forest;

For the way you touched me has been cast.

When requisite loneliness comes to call,

Rapture is home, tapping at the wall.