a splinter of flame
hanging out of your pupils
sending electric pulses through my body
like a piece of gravity weighting on my bones
pressing the tips of my fingers
egging me to burn it
until the grass catches fire
and the ashes
and the embers
are but a fragment of the fire
worthless char for the worms to eat
the earth will become fertile
with the flames you passed
the grass blooming into bed of meadows
my heart in my stomach at the thought
Starrfishing 