Tuesday, April 26, 2011

the heart is a hearth

My chest has become an oven
Fingers fumbling for the "on/off" dial
Each intake of breath feels like fire. My eyes sting.
Can someone melt from inside out? Or will I explode?

Not even the rain can extinguish me -
It comes close, but only soaks my skin. My blood is magma.

Can't sleep - my heart glows so the whole room is lit.
I've tried pressing my belly button, pulling my toes like levers, tuning my ears, and thinking about Antartica.

There's a wireless energy transfer
It's how my heart gets all this silly energy
Happens when our eyes meet.
I've got to cut the cord. You just might notice the sparks shooting out of my eyes.

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