The glow is hot tonight.
My limbs burn.
The skin crawls restless,
with beads and droplets,
like an endless swarm.
I love this warmth.
"Can it wait? Does it have to be now?"
Nothing will stop us
As we,
feathered and flighty,
stream through the stars,
their cadence of light and beauty,
for ever is never long enough.
To spend gazing,
struck and quivering,
blown to hell.
Bye.

Saturday 23rd , August 1997