feels like putting my hand
on something sharp kinda day
invincible temporary, of course
fight the system on a february dawn
where the lamp's lambent spheres
bob in and out of existence
as the sunshine overcomes their presence
first kiss with you, like hands
dancing in the fires
trying to stay warm in the winter light
an ogre of a dream, a curse to be this shadow
compared to the glow of an angel like you