We will be more

than ‘nothing’

 

you & I

 

Oh Lord of Fire:

you who built

 

a desert of ashes

a prison of your own

 

understanding

unsure of rescue;

 

& I fly always upward

held by foreign currents

 

loathe to touch terra.

 

Each word draws these

strings tighter

 

this net of desire

complex, deep

 

some might say

deadly.

 

Tell me that we will

be more than ‘nothing’

 

that your soul sings

with my music

 

let my

 

skin hum

with new  life beat.