though the wood would not burn
you sucked bitter sweetness
right down gullet
into belly and pulsating
outwards through limbs and right
out of digits
illuminating space around
your sparkling geode and your colorful eye
your tinctures and your candlesticks
holy bitter sweetness
that is life not as obvious
as one might hope
but true as every written word
inducing faith and passion
holy bitter sweet love