Restless, you lie
Draped in autumn gold
You brush the dirt from your wings
And the leaves from your soul
You trail the night
Fire-flight through your skin
Brightest at the horizon
Distant and brief
Cold fire, wild love
Your passion spills over
Spills out
Cold desire, wild love
Your passion is dire
Count me out
7:41am, January 2nd 2014
I need someone I can trust . . .