Dec 25 13
Location
The hummingbirds are still whirring
their wings to that coronal metronome.
Sending shivers through the shrapnel
in an intrinsic trance
with each wink.
Thank God you've found a use
for all that room,
I haven't filled the other lung in ages-
you pull the breath right away.
My heart has been beating
so heavy in my chest,
it's coroding yours a new place
next to mine; you are my clean slate.
I will never rise
from the ash
your candle flame insides left-
You are setting me on fire.
And I promise you'll never catch me
reaching for water:
I want to burn up inside you
and spread the remenants on my forehead
like everyday is before Easter.
Home is where the heart is
and I need you so much nearer;
leave the stove on all day.