I am fire.
     Burning, blazing, uncompromising.
     My flames roil and flicker -
          
          My hands are cold, not to deceive,
          but only because my flames do not always need to be loud.

They are still, they are violent, they are power.

     I
          am power.

My fire -
     my words,
     my dreams,
     my anger,
     my pain,
     my secrets,
     my logic.

It spills in my tears and burns in my chest,
          quiet but raging,
watching and waiting, a hurricane of heat.

And within me - freedom -
    
     I sail my skies, wings ablaze,
     as furious as the Sun.

Ripples in my reflection,
A stone falls down
                              down
                  down

My image goes with it,
It floats into whirlpools
Of empty.

Goodbye.

everyone is screaming

noun
the person who gets to grow old with you

synonyms: imissyou, i'msorry, wenevergottosaygoodmorning
antonyms: doyoumissme?

The shadows I carry
       smell like lemongrass.
They melt in the rain,
       -softly-
gray ghosts on gray mass.

I hold them close
       -lemongrass-
roll in their hills and valleys,
       on summer nights they watch
and the clouds move slowly past.

mountains
are the currency of adventure

i sit down in my best suit
and tap my shiny shoes (tip toe)
waiter, please
(he rolls with speed)
may i get your finest hippo?

of course, he says, such a delicacy
would you like a flank, an ear?
that's all right, i tell his wheels,
i'll take it all, no sear

i wait and tap my silver spoon,
there's not much more to say
it's half past five when she walks in,
alive,
a hippo who's elephantine.

we sit and dine with silver spoons,
she orders some fresh porridge pie
we talk about the jargon and jibble,
turns out that she's a little bit shy
(surprise!)

       the waiter was right,
       she eats with great delicacy,
       napkin a-lap and china a-quiet!

that's about it,
we split the bill and leave,
i tip my hat and she prances away
i walk down the path with no general aim,
maybe a goose will honk and hooray.