Your eyes are alight in flames,
blazing with life,
and dancing as the girls
In flowing red dresses
Dance around Their words.
I am trapped in them,
Yearning for them to notice,
To look at me,
and give me worth.
I nearly beg you,
burn me into being!
Melt from me an eternity of frosted existence,
and warm me so that I may live!
I could be your tinder,
If you would hold me in your gaze;
For as long as I were breathing,
Every smoldering breath
would belong to you.
You are my heart’s ember,
And my soul is turning to ash
As I become deeply and deeply aware
Of how transparent I am
To those fiery eyes.
CaliStray 