You Burn It Too

1. You burn rose in a vase, until my chest is the perfect red. And a form of love fall as ash. Prayer of the old saved, wafted incense. She no longer rigid, no longer fascinating. Who could stare coal? But I am charcoal memories. You also burn a cross, until it's real. Real as the body moaning. And this longing was crushed out of shape. I heard: What a very dry winged in gloomy ceiling. Another blanks that are so charred. I'm so dust or staying the shadows. You: Fire that measure with a quart of view. Soon to come, briefly lost. 2. You also burn a house of memories. And all the embers of my chest says; "Who is a gentleman lives in a dream of the night? I hope: The smoke, so fragrant and true. A reminder of a very deep events. I fell in silent, and ask a body: materialize soon! But you burn another verse, about a bowl of water and slide the fabric. O, an attack on earth barren, please let all the seeds sprout. As in the beach Nineveh, there's growing allied pumpkins. I am who crying out: Please do not wither! For this night, will you burn too fish bones: a story about the obsolete expectations. 3. It's me, kneeled on top of ashes. Before you burn all of me, would you preach the whole story? 2010