Spring 2021
He gave me Fire Amandine De Simone He gave me Fire. Burnt, blazing, bright In’t his desire illumed the night Along my chin his hands he traced It scorched my skin. It warmed my face And built for me my pyre—— He gave me Fire. He gave me Steam. Though burnt ’twas not A potent stream remaining hot A latent threat of bubbling o’er That boiling jet which came to soar And built for me my dream—— He gave me Steam. He gave me Mist. Brewed from within Its coolness kist my sunburnt skin Extinguished coal. Torrential rain It soothed my soul. It eased my pain And led me to exist—— He gave me Mist.
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