So I imagine what sun must be like… in this summer heat. Talk of hot and sweltering and all that provokes turning on the cooler, purchasing an iced coffee for relief. These words, I hope is enough to shelter love from melting completely; save one word to keep it propped up against these scorching, merciless temperatures.

what sun there is, I
cannot match its warmth,
the blanket surrounding
this heart– the heat,
the hearth of it all where
I illuminate; surely it
isn’t enough to be caught
in this fire, where conflict
extracted from chaos–
for certainty rises
from ambiguous smoke
signals that tells, spells
what love there is endured
after these embers; where I am
consumed by memory, the
flicker in your eyes that
ignites this night

-mr gahon 7/8/14


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: