she was hardly eighteen,
this little girl
with no guidance
who wistfully wandered into
an alley all alone
looking for love but
lured by men of greedy
lust, their lecherousness
lobbed at her, in eternal winter
she shivered silently
now with each precious love
she strikes a flame
burning so brightly for a moment
it all goes dark again
it all gets cold again
she's all alone again
baby: broken, bruised, botched
she lets herself
and the matchstick
fall to the earth
summer bakes away the hurt
autumn rain cleanses
and the days are years
magnificent mind
goes everywhere, back again
words bounce off corners of
her mind's pool table
crashing collisions of colors
she grows like a midsummer squash
bulging til someone dares to pick her
and with this precious love
she strikes a brand new flame
feels heat strong, certain, unyielding
familiar flames, fifteen months of fuel
this fire does not extinguish but
it smolders at times, then
crackles romantically in her ear,
please set me ablaze, she prays
quietly amidst the flickering light
wondering if she might be warm forever
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