
Poem: Andrea in D Minor
By: Angelo McCabe
A bonfire burns
in the silent holy night
My body consumed by the fire
that only you can ignite.
I hunt for … what?
Words —
and the spirit that will be made flesh,
that crave the caress
of your eyes and your breath,
That only your lips and your tongue can attest.
Only yours.
Love …
Shadows of you and I wrestling
upside down on the ceiling
above your bed.