This Kind of Burning

I don’t mind being in the middle of your story.” – Hugh Behm-Steinberg

I swallowed
silver spun
the moon
gorged on blue
trails, your feet, my map
stained like ash
on winter, dug two-fisted
for the root of you
falcon bleeder my love was Sahara
you tasted the air
it made you beautiful
to scream sometimes
the hills made me golden
but you, you made me feel the big bang of the world
made my body burn like a house
and I’m bringing nothing out in my arms
but the scent of you.

James Diaz is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger (Indolent Books, 2018) and founding editor of the literary arts & music journal Anti-Heroin Chic. His work can be found in Occulum, Bone & Ink Press, Moonchild Magazine and Philosophical Idiot. He lives in upstate New York.

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