Bird Burning

For you I carry fire in my pockets
In the sockets of my body
I am the sun for a moment
Slinky pink and seen only in reflection

The hand in the fire beckons
Reaches for something strong
And strokes the flame beneath it

Stories show up full of flutter
Bellies roll into fists
Something’s bound to happen if you plan for it

I am bird burning
I am bird becoming air
Becoming rain becoming your hair
Or the saliva between my bare legs

I’m burning burning dying embers
I’m burning burning dying embers
I’m dying in this solar cycle,
Dying in display