You’re such a
compact little bonfire,
I want to put you
in the cup of my hands
and hold you
though I’ll be burned.
Hold you out of
the rain and snow.
Hold you from sunset
to sunset again.
Even a little heat
is welcome,
and yours
is no little heat.
Even the charring
is a cleansing thing,
and the healing that follows
is all your doing too.
You’re such a
teacup blaze,
I want to drink from you
and stay warm for years and years.
Dark Matter 
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