Sometimes loneliness wraps me like a cloak
drapes me and protects me
yet blocks the light from coming in
and I wish so much to untie it
release it to the wind
let it fall from my body
but it sticks
And I cry
Oh I cry
My tears upon its fabric
staining its silken black
but
this black is lined with the red of fire
and this red is my inner flame
a flame that never goes out
whether in spirals of joy
        or the jagged sharp lines of pain
and I know that no matter how much
it hurts me
to feel so deeply
this burning lust for life
will never wane