Over Summer Solstice I was camping with a spiritual group. This poem was the result of shy introvert mouth lock, and a long conversation with another introvert.
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Embers
Back and forth
the fire fights on
in the deep
dark of the below.
The flames dance and spin,
sparring,
melding,
and folding,
as they stretch ever upward.
The glowing coals
groan silently
as they undulate
in embossed and recessed waves,
orgasms of energy
expended
as the embers release
into ash.
