suggestive glares

under the dome night sky

by the warmth of the camp fire

another suggestive glare 

from another bright star

~an actual urge to grab the hook and know more of what hides beyond those succulent lips and dazzling eyes

yet i am not here to rest

or to digress

i light this fire as to light my path

because were i to nest

i'd be no more than another forgotten prey

caught up in a dream by yet another starly queen

and what knowledge is there in the blindness caused by your bright?

what enlightenment is there in sleep?

see

i digress

you do not understand this man's language

i've seen enough

i should walk