Traces Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

You will always be there
in places that go everywhere with you like a hat,
or a secret whispered into your mouth.

I want to whisper others
one fire thing breathing air into another
danger playing with danger
fire joining fire
to make a larger blaze.

And your voice whispers back
it holds the energy of a star,
a winter leaf
still on the tree
waiting...
wanting
like two leaves falling and dancing
swirling in the wind