I Have Found Her

I have found her,
that girl who plays with fire.
She has embers under her eyes
that turn steel to midnight.

I found her by the moon,
molten curls fanned by
earthly wind.

Her fingernails of opal
are lacquered by silver flame
and tears of kerosene
spark from charcoal lashes.

She drinks fire straight,
opens her throat to the flame,
lets it wash and warm
the hollows she has carved.

I have found her,
that girl who plays with fire.

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