There is something of magic,
something of our old gods
that sparks in the space between hands
held closely together.
I am loathe to rein it in,
much more inclined to blast as a furnace
over the frame of you.
Delicacy takes refinement
and relinquishment of control -
a cool mind to
soothe the fires.
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