Anxieties like dancing
with flames when
the winds change,
third degrees burns
I was waiting for,
debating when to digress, and where.
Necessities not but desires
another story, shines brighter
when you're pulling passion
out of me like stiltskin
weaving gold out of the ache
in my chest, runs deep through my bones.
Yours I was since summer's end
and in my heart will always be
the echoes of sea gulls calling
me to a place I am not welcome
since the moon fell, crashed
making waves and my lungs deluged.