Turpentine

I don’t care how

or care what you do

to make it happen;

I just told you

make me shine

so slather me in turpentine.

I want the sun to shrink

and the world turn dark,

when she’ll no longer rise

after she rests her eyes

upon my fiery spark.

I want the moon to swoon

and raise the tides

when he looks for the sun,

but instead

it’s my beauty that he finds.

I want the stars to bow down

and shower me in gold

when I shine brighter

and reach higher

than the stars of old.

I want storms to make

the world stir

when I walk upon

their earth,

no matter what it’ll take.

I don’t care

if it kills me;

just answer my plea.

I just want, so badly,

to shine,

so slather me in turpentine.

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