(17/5/09)

I fell for you so fast

but I think you're going to need time

if only because you're not one to

spill yourself everywhere

like I do

a stream of articulation

a compulsion to be understood

or go insane

which is maybe only one level off

from the amount of passion I exude

for everything.

that's me -- your roman candle spider in the sky.

I always thought I wanted one, too

but it turns out

I'd much rather have you

to watch the explosion and

gather my sparks up with your eyes

and turn me back into a warmish glow

that escapes

from between the cracks in your fingers

to light the sky

when you try to take a peek.

does that make me the moth or the flame?

can't we both be moths?

and dance in the moonlight sifting down

and tap our wings on each others' windows

in a code of secrets and

soft-whisper truths

through moonbeam motes

that drift into your dreams

and settle

like pixie dust

into the corners of your eyes

and next thing you know --

we can fly.