Restless.
Like fire.
With wind just above.
Tickling hot flame.
That licks just beneath.

Longing for change and explosive future.
At 25, I contemplate my life in the fire.

Falling for grace behind a man’s eyes.
He who is bound to stone by a ring.
The sweetness that falls from his eyes and his lips.
Cover me over…
Blanketing flame tips…
The soft hush of hissing embers…
Under water…
Smoke billowing
Washing away ash and flame
Will I substitute my passion for change?
For cool water destined for stagnant ends?
NEVER!
He with liquid eyes
Droplets of his heart on his cheeks and lips and his arms
May be so tempting now
But alas, I will be no more
For he is bound and never will I be

Freedom it is
Lonely on this windy edge
I’d rather dance in heaven,
than sleep with the fish.