Fusion
In the department, she shone
with her 'a sun, here on earth'
with her big grant, her grasp of her own hermetic mathematics.
She spoke with authority; about containment and budgets.
I was drawn to her gravity; a tiny, dark moon.But here on this waste ground,
Promethia listened, as I spoke out
about kindling, her long shadow-legs.In the finger light of our bonfire,
under free-falling stars
our marshmellows weren't
the only thing to catch on fire.
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