She attracted fire br Like a piece of dry twig br Otherwise, it’s a routine act of cooking br In the ordinariness of a day br Lurked the fatal fire br Waiting for long years br To be ignited to caress her body br By and by embrace her in its fiery passion br Striking her right at the origin of life br As a child I was always surprised br How she could be my aunt— br Gruff voice like the opening of br A corrugated iron gate br Contracted muscles br Skin dry enough to attract fire(!) br Whenever we visited her br She always cooked at the same stove br In a kitchen that later turned into her last resting place br Wonder if her legs could ever open to welcome his seed br Childless, she left behind a husband br Who nursed her death on his paralytic hand br Into his own death br br 04feb2011 br 22.