So orange and
beautiful.
Grazing the side
of steal
Like no world over
exploded
Something to
dangerous to feel
Living, bathing,
running through.
Like a mad child
with a toy.
A secret
obsession.
The hands of joy.
Can only be imagined
as the touch.
Painful and
wanting.
More and so much.
You long for it
like a sky.
And watch it like
an ocean.
You want it to burn