Semisphere

Your secrets will be safe here in
The grey what is it you've unearthed.
An ancient, weathered box of laughs and cries all silvered snow.
From countless fires sealed up for distant, drifting dreams.
Share her forbidden touch under your tongue

Dancing in the shadows she appeared everything so frozen still.
Her shape a blur against all that I know she comes - with
Pinhole eyes, wings spread wide,
Throat closed tight, and mouth alight
Take off your dress let me sparkle your insides

This one's for the burn mark of my pride
This one's for the burn anywhere I hide

Connections stretched taut and
Frayed at the ends she's left me a ruin.
The sun's all dried up,
Crusted at the eyes, wink and wheeze fall to the cradle.
Screams of little lights like bullets
In the sky streaming through from you.
Huddled down til day returns I'll trick and trip—let her spin me again

She runs so swiftly through desert and skin always just out of reach.
So tangible master of my head machinery.
The first time I touched her, I knew that I lost her.
The last time I touched her, oh never empty.
Wrapped here in the maw whose grip never shall fail

This one's for the burn cry to the skies
This one's for the burn whatever she needs, to survive

Burn to survive
And nothing ever satisfies