When the rainy gloomy day
From the gray clouds weaves the arch,
When the heaven of lead acid in the silence
Floating to us vast object,

When the foliage discolor,
And the cries of birds can be heard barely,
And thousands of hums seas
Denunciations from the heavens stronger,

When the winds are changing rules,
And hit the backhand in the discord,
And the air, woven from the the needles,
Sparks all over the blackness,

Suddenly a flash split the day in two,
And the lightning sparkle the bridge,
Connecting the heavenly home and the ground,
Showing the miracle of burning fire.

Well I have no clue how it came up
But there are flames pouring like blood.
Like magic healing in our lips
Intertwined like death is on our heels
I never thought that I could feel like this
There are sparks flying like a blow torch in a barn.
I love the way you comfort me
Whenever I’m sad and down
When I’m mad I say “back off”
You say “not until you calm down”
I make a face
Then you smile
And all the while I’m crying
You hold me tight
And gently rock away my fears
You don’t care if I ruin your shirt
As long as the pain stops flowing
Then we are one sitting there
Loving each other
Is it just me, or is this room heating up?
We’re flying
Sparks like a blow torch in a barn

Undress you with my smile
Uncovering all of your secrets
Giving you more definition than ever
I ease inside your mind
to find the poetry
That you've been longing to pour out
Your mouth is wired shut
At a loss for words
But baby our brains feed together
Electric volts revive one another.

fish school beneath us
flashing like bonfire sparks
in a bottomless night

I am
Only a shell
Of who I was

But when I look at him
Though I hate him
Something
Sparks

A spark ignites my soul
And my walls come crashing down
Though I've built them as high as they'll go
This impossibility becomes a reality

I turn my head to your face
And what I see is sparks
I never really understood what it means to fall in love
But is it alright
If I fall in love with you?

It's the awkwardness and strangeness and
slugging-in-time-ness
of discovering a new
person.
Too often, movies portray the meeting of the
protagonists as some
heady rush or a
whirlwind of sparks or some
******* like that.
In reality, it's a slow fire
laboriously
begun with two
sticks.

And sometimes that fire never even starts.