Small red ember
In my hand.
I look at it,
It glows in silence.
It demands attention,
Frequent.
But shrewdly,
Like a clever woman.

Red ember
In the midst of darkness.
Better than any brightest light
At the end of any deepest tunnel.

Red ember
Glows in the cold cold night.
Not fog.
Not smog.
Fulfillment.
Rush.
Reel.
Sky.
Beautiful stars.
Everything looks fresh.
Washed.
Tsunami washed.

Red ember.
Bitter mouth.
Sweet lips.
Clove.

Outside my mansion.
Watch the plants grow,
At 3.00 am.