POEM: light seeking, light sought

The Living Flame of Love

Donned a sharp sword

pierced my chest 

and twisted within

what I held 

was not a blade

but a key.

Behind that door, 

ruins of myself

and in those ashes dwelt

a burning flame 

aching to break

into a wildfire. 

This secret language, 

known by all things-

lean in, listen and become giddy!