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[daaah]

The Night Fires

At the moment day enters night
as suddenly as the train
whistles into the tunnel,
I see you, in your long room of rugs,
stooped over a coke-veined hearth
stoking words for the fire.

This is my fix, my rivet.
Your volcano of red hair
thick as smoke from the funnel.
Then, the sparks on my lips
a fist of lush steam
to keep the train to the time
to keep me going.

Heres to another 10 months.