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By greysky Submitted by greysky Date: 2001 May 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.19.02.54.5735]] |
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Old warn comfortable chair soft of kid leather plush, deep enough to hold me surround me as I sit relax, think looking now to the fire built high in its grate watching a log of oak hard, smooth without bark slowly consumed by the licking flames remembering your lips their heat this fire turning what was once so white pristine swallowing one smooth end burning, with guttering flame watching the once dry oak sweat its passions before this ever rising flame turning dark ever darker till red coals vein its length as I sit here watching relaxed thinking awake. |