playing with fire

  

'you will hear thunder and remember me,
and think: she wanted storms. the rim
of the sky will be the color of hard crimson,
and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.'

- anna akhmatova

a longing.

silence & incense;

the murmur of tea

being poured

into clay bowls,

almost a prayer.

the smoke. the vapor.

breath.

days.