Isn’t it easier to glue your skin to the pavement-
Than to meet my eyes?
Oh, to live on this warm pavement!
To burn your skin
This desire feels like creeping heat
Don’t move a muscle!
You’re carved from stone

Isn’t it easier to keep the fireworks inside you-
Than dare open that cage?
That wretched cage!
Lest they ignite
The loudest sound you’ve ever heard
The brightest moment!
Beautiful and gone