The glowing in the center of my heart remembers you and a tiny kiss ignites an ember. In the bowing inward, pulling focus to stillness burning eternal, a flame, a fan dance yet I am cooled  or is it that I have arrived to know I am the center of the blaze? in my body the air is gone nothing left but love I wrote that poem for MY heart when I committed to dance with LOVE as my MUSE  a little bit every day this month as a way to tend to my heart.  What do I really know about my