poem21 Dec 2015 08:28 am
“Nebula2” by Patrick Hoesly – http://www.flickr.com/photos/zooboing/5610784475/. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons – https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Nebula2.jpg#/media/File:Nebula2.jpg
The red of passion isn’t the only fire.
Things burn in different hues,
the varying blues of intensity,
the suspicious yellow nearing outtage
and green, just another element.
Darkness, too, is fire
when love is neither
present or absent.
The chilling heat
chars extremities
with the bitter
you-could-have–
things unsaid always did like
to fester
in meteoric crevices or
black holes or even stars.
Nothing ever burns out
because space never runs out
of refuse.
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