what do I mean by that?
you are the bonfire in the summer sand
in the setting sun. you are the setting sun
when the flames align with the horizon;
your eyelash touches are a thousand
wishes coming true in a single breath.
you are yesterday today and tomorrow
all in a kiss, a constant reminder that life
isn’t so bad so unfair so impossible to live.
I forget reality in your eyes--
I mean literally,
you are not a bonfire. you set the bonfire.
and you’re not a flame, only attached to the finger
passing across it in a dangerous tease. you are
eyelashes and breaths and lips but you are also
synapses misfiring and calling me the love of your
life who you do not mean. you have life in you
but you are not life and
there is something beyond you.
someone else beyond you
that I must reach for and I must,
in the name of her,
imagine new metaphors.