Arsonist.<3

xx.

I'm lighting fires
in your sky
but you refuse to see
only because it's me.
I'm waiting for my heart
to stop flaming
when you're around

trying to block the sound

of it thumping in my ribs.
this is miserable.
i want to exit your world
let my sparks burn you.
let you feel me.

why don't you like me
until i'm walking out the door?

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[Pax Analog]

Ah, amusing poem! Ever thus with young male monkeys. Hardly anybody knows what they have till it's gone. That's why I start over in Eden across the seas. . .

You'll soon enough not waste your fire on the clueless (too bad that phrase "Youth is wasted on the young" rings so true, so often. . .). I'm reminded of Dylan's lines: "Good and bad, I defined these terms/quite well, I'm sure somehow/Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."

When passion of heart, mind, body, spirit mesh (it takes creative work), then your bonfire in the wilderness will be joyfully shared.

Best,

Pax