When God said let there be light
i grew into an angry bird in flight,
swooped down, opened my mouth and
swallowed the sun, licked it cruelly with my tongue.
I came back smiling, smelling of
snuffed candles.
I had ordered this winter
and before you even ask know it was because
of love.
Love, you see, is a red speech
that goes on and on about nothing in particular:
green eyes, a voice like silk, firm hands
features you can build upon for miles
never knowing it can be a countdown
never knowing that when it's over
white bombs detonate,
winds swirl,
sharp jewels
hit.