FIREWORKS

The depth
of the night
Your eyes

A spark, bright
Premonition of explosion
into light
bound and blinded my eyes

Singed circus tent flapping
in the wind
Your hand on my skin
Bare feet on wet leaves

We found the softened mound
of grass
On the edge of town
Edge of night

Black crows in trees
Singular star fused
overhead
In the sky roof
On my knees

I was really there

Lying on the cobweb cities of you hair
The muted blood dried roses of your skin
Your shining ivory metal limbs
You took and touched my there

Pulled the inner out with the dragon of you stare