Poems,

Taste like lightning,

And thunder before it’s heard,

And bottled love,

And the ashes that rise on phoenix wings,

And the frost that burns your fingers,

In the winter light,

And the touch of stars on a clear night,

And the heat of fire,

While a blizzard burns outside,

And the hug of a loved one,

You haven’t seen in too long,

Poems,

Feel like glass and steel,

Delicate and strong,

Burning our hands on a winter day,

Freezing our palms,

On a summer night,

Shattered glass,

Or warm,

Soft silk,

A velvet pillow,

And a dog’s soft fur,

Poems,

Are the world,

Everything,

And nothing,

Brushed in golden paint,

And tucked beneath our pillows,

For us to find after waking.