Originally posted the poem back in 2020, but have wanted to do a few paintings around it, and not sure if I will complete the larger one because lazy, so here’s the bitty one.

It was a slow burn.
A coal warming somewhere
in the seat of
the throne of love.
A complete surprise
yet natural
like a breath.

It grew to a flame
that burned itself out.
But somewhere
in the depths
a coal still burns.

You need only stoke the fire,
you need only feed the flame.