you reached for me
I surrendered my life in that moment

maddening in its cycle
colors melt together
static hisses

joyous in the torment of the child’s curiosity

Crayola girl hums
of a thousand blinks
and stares of the dead ones

  The sizzle and pop of the embers on a torch The first star that blinks in the horizon One exhale of strength, the flames lick higher Revolution of will in the world and the stars shine high     Photo: Campfire Under the Stars Aaron Spong

Even in my own selfish madness I know she longs for me above her, aches for me inside of her.