Fiamma, do not forget your joys
and I'll not forget mine.

I've missed you these five years--
where have you been?
You've gone so far from home;
destruction, I think, has given you wings.

For you have been a butterfly, fiamma,
a butterfly aflame
in my spirit,
my spirit
aching for you.

I dreamed I saw you, white and screaming,
I tried to hold you but you only saw flames,
you wailed despair;

I wish I could have nailed you down in that dream.
A butterfly,
a corpus christi of violence
See you are not alone, fiamma, see,
see me, see me loving you, see, god,
see this lump in my throat after five years!

and even if they make me pay I will remember

for memory is my only wings; I wish only
to keep pace with your errant flight. You will not know me; perhaps
this flight will be our last dance(may it last forever);
but I will worship every brilliant moment I witness

In dark you will guide me as you burn

I promise you: I will not let you lose your memory

and you'll not let me lose my joys,

fiamma; I'll not forget mine.

07/02/2003

Author's Note: One more in the fiamma cycle...

Posted on 07/02/2003
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