after the painting by Frida Kahlo
I see you now, made real at last,
embrace you. I had thought
I would be afraid, but I am half –
way towards you.
You bring an end to an aching life,
already have my toes.
the rest of me
is ready to follow.
You bring me joy
your bones tied with fireworks,
a feast of the dead, just for me.
We will explode in flames together,
make such an exit, my bed
a pyre of Catherine wheels and fire
crackers, rockets’ golden trails lighting
my way out of this body’s prison.
I have lain too long to linger
silent beneath the ground,
candles and headstones,
Burn me, burn me no
take me with you
in a rush of flame.
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