Amber is the ember

amber is the ember that stokes my dreams,

humming reddish and blown hot,

simmering seepingly from my limbs to mind

returning roiled and ready.

redly reaching the darkest depths and producing:

a rope, a promise, a devious, deviant purpose.

its silk sinnewing delicately along my mind, twisting taught.

an image noosed into an action

coiled curations warmed and squeezed from an amber ember into burning bound light of night

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