Of Gray skies
And midday naps
You share none of the qualities

Instead,
Favor the hurting sun
And late night mascara runs
That bring my eyes to close
And teeth to bare

Of burning rage
And happy contention
You always choose the former

Because what is the purpose
If not to leave
In complete ecstasy
Or an incomplete desire
For something more

You are the black and white
That sinks deep in the spine
And latches on
To a mindless dream
Or sensible nightmare

If love is the gun
You are the sulfur
Or the ignition
The fire

With burning eyes
And a steel set mind
There is nothing
That can stop
You