"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Thursday, December 31, 2015

I Felt Like Icarus.

There's fire in her eyes,
and it comes out in her words--
I sit back and listen
because I'm in awe
of her passions
and her scope
of life.
There's fire in her hair
and when I lean in to hug her
in a friendly manner,
I feel smoke and heat
and it leaves me
finger tips singed
and feeling so afraid
of being burned--
And yet I'm forgetting
that I wear wings
Of wax.


"Write with our backs to the wind and our faces to the hard, bleaching sun."