Somewhere just above my belly
not quite to my heart
the simmering churning sparking
begins yet again
words rise to the surface
they will be noticed
pebbles in a shoe
peas buried twelve mattresses deep
like a glow of orange burning the horizon
fire sparked at the edge of the sky
uncontrolled, it engulfs the heavens
just a few little words have the power
to multiply
they build heat, simmer gaining fury
until the pot boils over
words spilling down the sides
pouring forth
quenching the flame
letting me rest
