The Incandescent (Chris Lynch)

Posted on September 21, 2016 by in Heightened Talk

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And you. When you saunter in, glowing

like a tomboy, blue as a blowtorch and blazing.

Made of glass you would shatter, but born of fire you

can burn, like some fierce feathered creature gently

pouring some wine. Standing this close I can feel

all your doubts. Am with you, through them. Let my loose

thumb snag on the loop at your hips, as you scorch

my throat with your hesitant nose. Let us pause,

to breathe in our breaths then… let bright covers

blow open, and spill the hot weight of your chest—

let your cage cave in to the fire, your lips

open up to your core; and I will soothe you, all

the way down to your black, curly ashes—hold

your bold, bright egg in my fingers as it hatches.

 

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chris-lynch
Chris Lynch
 grew up in Papua New Guinea and is now based in Melbourne. His poetry has appeared in Cordite, Tincture Journal, Apex Magazine, Blackmail Press, Islet, Peril Magazine, SpeedPoets, Stars Like Sand: Australian speculative poetry, and the Poetry & Place Anthology 2015, among others. Currently working on his first collection of poetry, he blogs occasionally at www.chrislynch.com.au.

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