I curl up on the hearth
all of my ashes together
in a weary pile, utterly spent
from generating my own flames
broken to pieces by
the very
heat I crave
Will you
set a new ember
in this heap of mine
Will you be
the fire
because
clearly I am not
And I
with a sigh
will nestle closer
to your divine warmth
glad simply to be a sigh
a wisp that shifts and floats
in response to your
heat waves
Yes, no need to wait
for dust to return to dust —
I will be ashes now
and gratefully so
breathing
settling
collapsing
down to my essence