Firewalk

Missing the point entirely, I
unlace my shoes
and step onto those beautiful coals.

The skin is being burned from the soles of my feet (I speak
metaphorically, you understand)

I have found bite marks on the inside
of my right wrist.
I have missed the point.

For the first time I have been
watching the new colour of my charred toes.
It's quite
(unusual).

Did I mention how much I miss
you,
your face?