The burning

The burning

A Poem by Bonnie Miksch

You brought me back to earth,

so I could light us both on fire.

You pulled me to the ground,

and I engulfed us both in flames.


And you wouldn’t let me go until we became the moment,

and I wouldn’t let you go until we became the flame,

and our drunken hearts delighted in senselessness...

our bodies remembered this burn, this crazed inferno,

and we knew we had shared this fire before.


And hot tears streaked our faces

as layers of ourselves dispersed in the smoldering blaze.

We could feel the loneliness of years spent in attachment to ourselves,

of years spent search for the other,

of holding our candles out and praying they would be lit.


How we longed for the fire of love to take hold of us,

longed to be burned at the stake of desire.


There is no returning to our unlit selves.

There is only this flame,

and this moment in which we choose again and again to die,

so that we can finally learn to live.


(This is not a secret meant for keeping.

This fire is not meant to be contained.


Look around you, who is holding a candle out?

Who is standing on the curb of desire,

waiting for a light?)


© 2019 Bonnie Miksch

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Bonnie Miksch
Bonnie Miksch

Portland, OR

Bonnie Miksch is a composer who writes both acoustic and electroacoustic works. Her music explores the distinctly human realms of emotions, dreams, and states of consciousness, and combines diverse el.. more..