i am
eyes looking every which way and running up driveways

i am
leftover electric blue nail polish and tangles in my hair

icebergs form in the fire, whispering calm and steady
orange and smooth and hot and glowing lovely:
an underground lava galaxy

its light spreads out and rests upon
your forehead;
lighting strands of your hair on fire, reaching out to me

you are
eyes looking deep into me and flying down the street

you are a
beautiful, beautiful sight in gray

especially with the fire in your hair.

we sit next to the iceberg embers
catch sparks in our hands
they carry us up, up to the stars

and you pick out one for me