Fire

My body stands still
Knees over feet
Hips over knees
Shoulders over hips
Head on even....
But my thoughts are wild
Sprinting
Spinning
Writhing.

I touch myself
To remind myself
I am alive,
I am here.

I glide the tips of my fingers over my thigh
To remind myself
That I am alive,
I am here.

I graze myself
Slowly
Surely
To remind myself
That I am alive
I am here
My body is fire.
My being rises and falls like life 
Like breath.

My body is fire
My soul is on fire

I pray my spark never dies.

By Erika L. Ganier
Erika is Love in Los Angeles