You have kindled a slow fire

that will not rest
and in its glowing embers
lies the test of its heat:
a kernel compounded, compacted
but complete with compressed
intensity.
It glows, that coal,
awaits the brand that will
burst it into flame again
re-kindle all its ashes stirred and
spread, into substance fresh-
burning and renewed.
I will be phoenix to your wish,
the kiss that dissolves me to a spark 
lights the core of being
to revitalised flame.

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