The Color of Fire on Velvet

Waiting

for a sound to fall

what if I’m a body

just to break it?

Lost in what I need to prove

the dust endures

I’ve called myself here

peeling apart to expose

prelude of mind

in an empire of eyes

I can still rise

upon the scaled stage

of my shedded life

bare and blue

who needs a city

when I have

my reckless hands

to love a star

is to know your face

before it’s born

vanishing points

into my chest

I tremble

I tremble until

the muscled earth

gives in to build

the impossible

a woman to guard

every fortune telling bone

the marrow of moments

pulling my hunger forward

eyes bursting

into the color of

fire on velvet

I will not wait

I will not wait

for who I am