I've always been told not to say my wishes out loud
So I live in a secret wish
It can never come true
Nor can it be told
Every day, I live in this wish
It drowns me
This dream, this wish
I can touch it
See it, hear it
But it can never be mine
I'm consumed by a wish
A fantasy, a thought
I've shed tears and begged the heavens,
My fist have beat the very earth
Still,
I wish

Sometimes
the burning
is so powerful
that I
might as
well be
tied to a stake
like the pagan
wise-women of yore
mistaken for witches
no dousing
with gasoline
necessary
for the inside
is already so
slick with
simmering
flammability
combustable
liquids
that trickle
down my thighs
into the earth
and create dark steam
that turns into light
as its luscious
vapor rising
from my being
Soon I will
simply evaporate
and become
atmospheric
ether floating
up towards
stars
and raining
love down
into the
tender receptacle
of your
being

Lifelong friends shine like Blue Stars forever , regardless of stormy or fair weather , on a cotton blanket in Autumn tracing the celestial attractions with their fingers , interpreting one another's dreams with spontaneous laughter , pulling daisy petal wishes , constantly charging each others mettle , crossing slippery , uncertain streams then o'er the cold mountaintops of nightfall , sauntering the forenoon valley beside the dewberry bramble , perfectly together