Tuesday Poem: "A Moment of Ignition"

The ash is streaked

upon your proud cheekbone.

Your hair is piled up,

dark and winged

like a nesting swan,

but a rogue strand

catches in the corner of your mouth

as you bend to add a log

to the blazing trunks.

You embody that pioneer spirit often hidden

from the history books,

fearless yet feminine,

and this rich distillate

ignites the torch which illuminates 

my love for you.