Love Like Glass
Light me up inside because
I love you like glass loves
a bullet grazing its tight skin,
etching frosty lines as gravity
whips it past angular curves lined
just so precisely along a tilted axis
that holds all imperfect balance.
Bullet heat etches; frosty glass
is hot light and one breath will
shatter me away from your love
into another roiling cracked river zone,
completely frosted into the sea.
Light me up inside because
I love you like a bullet
loves glass – orbital, angular glass
super-heated and flammable
alongside your sand and snow because
I am close to ablaze
but a blaze never stays.