g r a n t e d
bob vega

so 
she came to me from the fire

the wind was hot that day
& the sun was jealous

somewhere
the furnace was set too high
& I know the devil wanted a vacation

we wouldn't let him have it

too much fire between us

hell won't have it

try as he might
the daughter had a will of her own
& if she will
I will

"don't bet on the mason" 
she said
"there's enough room down there for all of us."

I closed my eyes

fire dripped like spit
from off her lips
leaving me full with ashes
of what may be
of what should have
of the promise in her eyes
& the decadence we would aspire to

for
in the world 
were we both spirits burning
haunting
heaving
pushing 
& pulling

so
she came to me from the fire

on a wish

from fate

for me

and we burned

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