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I am a flame
stripped naked, cajoled by the wind
shaking tail feathers, an uncaged phoenix that sings
my tongue is a match with a taste for gasoline
bleeding my own veins, I spill ash and dust and trouble and pain, a poisoned paradise in a picture frame
so full of fire and water and blood and bones and breath
these still rivers run long and deep beyond my rib-cage
they flow down my back whilst I sleep, if I wake in the night — they bathe me in starlight and poetry
I keep beating and skipping and bleeding and blooming
I’m somewhere in between the light and the dark, a weekend of Saturday night love — five thousand miles from another heart
like a rain-cloud filled with inevitable rain, sometimes I rain drops of red and yellow and green and blue or purple or silver and Black and gold onto a page
if you came only for the cotton wool, candyfloss filled clouds — you will leave here dismayed
when you look at this picture, what do you see?
don’t lose yourself — looking for me
everybody’s looking for something, everyone has an ache they carry on their way to somewhere
my heart won’t seek my permission for this spilling from it’s chambers — all the mentions of your name and our silly games, as it tries to piece itself back together again
my minds eye beholds
what a glorious mess we make
