The flame to my heart is held by a girl
but she doth burn too lowly
her fire flickers slowly
and she trembles like aspen
if only-

she knew that her smile
could birth worlds anew
and her colours in her eyes
could shatter an opal's abounding hue
the way she shatters her wrists
against a china sink
and watches the blood run away with the water

She is so beautiful
all fallow and fawn
and coffee breath and unfriendly scorn
and chapped lips that I would kiss
I would

I tell her the stars will implode in their final hour
and they will all cry out her name
but she cannot notice the star riddled skies
under dark clouds and thunderous rain