Alight, I burn
Bright and fast
I writhe I melt
In paralyzing stillness
Restless with fever and wanting
A chill so deep
Eating me alive
It twists and turns
And breathes and cries
Threatening to burst at the seams
The bitter pill
If only as the sun sets
Ushers in the darkness
A twisting of the senses
To fix it break it solve it stop it
Alive in my stupor
Watching the sting
My soul numb
Limbs weak
Thoughts racing through my mind
No clear winner
For now
As alight, I burn
Manipulative and self-obsessed
All I want to talk about is you
—
dear sir there’s something too true
i can’t quite put to words
brightest reds and deepest blues
they all come back for thirds
—
you seem to look right through me
lost in magic on the other side
apathetic to the point of poetry
delicate dance upon the blade of a knife
—
dance, dance out of those shadows,
that prison, that church, your mind
dance, dance into the twilight, and tell me that you’re mine
Free as the wind
Violent destructive cyclone
Tender summer breeze
Listless in the stale air
Tie down
Run away
Soar
Fall
Return
Whipped breathless
Promising tension
And gone
Unpredictable and fleeting
I suppose I’ll fly this kite somewhere else
Sing, Little Bird 