We are explosive.
Two sticks of dynamite waiting for the match.
Just one whisper of a spark and we'll go,
Dying to impersonate the stars
Like fireworks in the night.

Fire, you and I
But different, if you know where to look.

Flames of summer
You are wild and destructive,
Spreading yourself too thin
Like wildfires in the drought
Roaring challenges at the sun.
But in the cricket-filled cool nights,
Bringing comfort and memories to the young at heart
Taming yourself for a time beneath stars that bear my sign
Burning out in the darkness before sunrise
Ready to return at first spark.

Pyre of winter,
Tamed by the frost and wind
Leaning on hearths for strength
Keeping vigil in the long night
Raging against dark and dusk and death
Yearning for what was lost in the fall
Waiting for the rebirth of spring
Sending up grey prayers to stars that bear your sign

Fire, you and I.
Born to stars of flame
Raging, roaring, writhing
At the whim of the wind
Waiting
For the spark.

You steal my covers and leave me cold,
you take my food when I am not looking.

You mess up my books and leave them scattered,
you shove my clothes out of my dresser.

You freak out when I'm not around,
you wake me up when I've slept too long.

Forever you will be the only one I care about,
he go's  by many names but I call him Leo my beloved cat.

Your emotion seems to only sway when I am broken,
you assure me I can be fixed.

Your eyes show more than just companionship,
they show determination.

Your warmth is soothing,
as you lay beside me.

Your love is all I need.

Your heart is the size or a lion,
even if you are not.

My Beloved Fire:

Head full of kindling,
heart's holding the light
Ready to burn through the darkness of night.
The furnace you fuel
with passion and life,
can spend awfully fast
and quickly ignite
the gasoline
in your viens;
charring bones,
scalding flesh
and Lord, that wax skin's already
starting to drip.
Oxygen properly feeds a flame.
Don't forget
to breathe.

burn your playlist to an empty CD
wish I could just burn our memory
here I lay in my room, all lonely
only got you in my mind now, baby

I close my eyes, imagine you in your car;
smoking, driving further, driving so far
meanwhile, I still wish for the last falling star
patiently, like how Leo waited for the Oscar

To Her Majesty, the Queen
Queen of the Light and the Dark
The night had swallowed the moon and all its spark,
The ever-shining Sun seemed to be frozen,
The peace and tranquility from the world had been stolen,
The air, the soil, all felt so dry
It never felt so painful to cry.

Fish came flowing to shore,
Your eyes so divine and so pure
Glitters from your face shone the night sky bright,
Days felt splendid, your presence brought great delight,
Your royal touch restored the peace and tranquility within,
Melodies from your voice keeps birds dancing while the Sun is shining,
And in the dark your smile never fails to ignite a spark.
*All hail Her Majesty, the Queen of the Light and the Dark.

Ready to pounce...
but unsure if it's the right move.
Ready to growl...
But unsure of how loud it will be...
Ready to show off my claws...
But unsure if that will be too much...

Anxious, unsure... fearless?
Clenched jaw...
Raised eyebrows...
Crouch down... lookin up...
Ready to pounce...

Feeling every heart beat...
The tightness of my body
My feet grounded to the floor
Sighing louder... stronger...

Anxiousness getting deeper...
Doubtfullness growing weaker...
Jaw becoming tighter...
Teeth now showing...
Claws...out...

Ready to pounce...

Astrology claims it has seen us before
Maybe back when the greek gods were in power and they fell in love like liars.
Always dreaming of each other and forming plans for humanity
while tangled up in each other's bed sheets.
Are they the reason why we are not compatible?
Because they have determined that  I only seem to catch things on fire and you calmly throw your waters upon my destruction..
Because I hunt among a pack and you swim with currents of the sea..
We are but slaves to the stars.

But I do know that astrology has never seen us
Call me a hopeless romantic for believing that we are different
So be it.