It Is Dark so I Made Me a Torch

for Yuyu

The Nepalese man told me kindly

to burn down my house, with an open


invitation to write poetry

in the Himalayas.  We could watch flowers grow

out to ice capped mountains in the sparkling

brilliance of  sunrise.  I giggled in a whisper,


It started smoldering

last night.  It smelled of sage and Nag Champa.


The air tasted of truffles.



  1. beautifully done. there is a spot I identify with however but my thought is full of sarcasm. god said, i’m going to burn down your house of comfort, and he did…hahaha.

  2. Reblogged this on disdainfulbeauty.

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