[december.21.2007.1:50pm]

"...weary of the world, get her fingers burned..."
-corinne b. rae


fly I was gliding towards the gaseous gleam
and it soon came seen;
firelight burning my ireses
that did so in cosmic beams.

to hold the sun was the desired feat.
he melted all had ice protecting me.

warmed me he did;
toasted my insecurities,
scorched away love left lost,
and gave light to loving fearlessly.

the time he boiled niether began nor ended.
a jealous sun he was and when called a star,
he erupted with rage and accused I became of being offensive.

to correct this wrong,
a kiss was to be planted onto his cheek.
out my arms reached,
but with hot so heat around it,
fire bit and singed my fingertips.

so I'd sit in the darkness of space.;
amongst the sky my feet lead me to pace with no corners, crevices, crooks to hide and save face.

fly I was gliding towards the gaseous gleam
and it soon came seen;
firelight burning my ireses
that did so in cosmic beams.

and the sun gives life to all that is made
and blinding me its hot did not
for this time,



I wore shades.