with you;
i can fly,
can soar,
can crash and burn
with jealousy and desire;
fall into black and jump into
green flashing, pulsating
beckoning lights
(the circles flickering on my field of vision
after a night of staring into lights
thinking of you)
that capture my attention
with every blink
and a flutter of eyelash wings,

with you, I am on fire.

The End

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