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.

mountains
are the currency of adventure

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.

noun
the person who gets to grow old with you

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

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

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.