Tigs Huertas

After The Feeling Returns

I cannot remember a feeling so different

...so new but familiar.

Like the lip I have bitten again, bite again

Of magnified minutes

candles reforming

from rounded molten lakes.

Dipping my finger scalds for a moment

And after the feeling returns.

I go back to the stomach or heart

Where the candle regrows, takes shape

The wax gives a scent of all summers ending

And autumn where all things are burned.

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