I tried to capture you the other day—
To put your love into words, to
Describe the fire coursing through
Your veins. Of course you’re fire;
Lovely things are rarely anything but.
Yet the bonfires are too tame, fireworks
Too explosive, the fireplace too
Homely and the firecracker too loud.
Then I thought of magma, of that scorching
Potential residing just below the earth’s
Surface, pulsating with the heat of a
Thousand suns, and I knew it was you,
You’re the heat seeping from long-hardened
Scars. You’re the fire licking up dry and
Crumbling wood. You’re the intense force
Moving mountain rock and sea. You’re the
Private display only I can witness.
You’re more than potential to me:
You’re the ever-felt eruption.
Autumn Meier is a graduate student of Southwestern University in Waxahachie, Texas. she currently resides in Illinois, where she is preparing to leave for Kiev, Ukraineto implement a writing program.