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.