Kicking The Coals

It’s tough, love’s eternal,

and tougher men are not inflexible,

persistent as the flux

and sudden flame touches each

in every light as it passes

on to others; it’s tough to cede a torch,

or weigh it as release or respite,

till returned endurance and resilience

charge anticipation through the night;

it’s tough to hope and count on

love’s recurrent pentecostal romp,

hardened by its frequent flight,

and know through darkness any man

an ember is and breathlessly revives