Fire

Could I assume the fire is for me
this cold angry night
goes while I'm getting older
and my world is out of alignment

are you the only one who can see
to say I cannot take flight
for too much on one shoulder
may be an unnecessary confinement?

So you build a fire
blown ashes by the bitter nip
of wind that comes to chill me
to blister my lip
is it only you who can fill me?

It is you who built the fire
but can I claim it as mine
in an angry night's slow passing time

with only numb for desire?
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