Flare

My blood's pumping,

That's a good indicator that you're alive right?

Because I feel like I could explode if only,

One thing would set it off,

So don't look at me again,

Do you know what you've got there?

How quick it would be?

Blue eyes set off a galaxy,

A collection of burning stars,

Their own death an assurance,

But their beauty unimaginable,

It was necessary,

To tell it to your face,

To flare up and give you a glimpse,

There in the corner of the moment,

Bathed in red ember light,

That's what you really are,

Now excuse me won't you?

I almost enjoy the cold letdown against my face.