Tag Archives: Flight

she flies

The sere reality of her lips,

Their taste of brimstone,

She flies she flies on wings,

Bright and molten,

A vast encompassing mania,

Demanding my eyes, my breath,

Scorched in joy,

Attenuated, weak as leaves,

Fallen in a last warm autumn.

Blissful acquiescence.

My legs are weak,

All bright, all dark,

No time for stars.

She flies, I am pedestrian.