Wine
While I slept,
She jumped into my skin.
Her eyes are stained glass,
but nobody is praying.
I want to be a part of her
like a grape wants to be stomped into something
more beautiful than itself.
She’s fire and I’m a dry leaf
but nobody said burning up was such a bad fate.
There’s no more perfect way to leave the Earth
Than to think about her laugh.
She jumped into my skin.
Her eyes are stained glass,
but nobody is praying.
I want to be a part of her
like a grape wants to be stomped into something
more beautiful than itself.
She’s fire and I’m a dry leaf
but nobody said burning up was such a bad fate.
There’s no more perfect way to leave the Earth
Than to think about her laugh.