Touch like fire

You have the spot
The spot on your hand- tells more than it looks.
Oh, your hands, so slenderly strong.
Mine, so slenderly weak.
Together we have strength.
Together we have something neither can explain,
and neither can complain.
It is...
touch like fire.
Something ignites under us,
and we begin to smolder.
Not a bright burning flame...
a white hot one.
Like lava, we flow.
We flow.
We flow.
It just... works so nicely.
Our lava fills the cracks in both of our hearts.
And... we let it cool.
And it hardens.
Strengthens.
And, with our touch like fire...
We can ignite it once again.
And slowly flow together, as this strange not togetherness.
What are we, exactly?
We were together then and there
but now we are not but are.
And, we continue to flow.
Effortlessly.
Completely effortless, this is.
And it's so comfy.
I feel so comfy in your arms.
Wrap them around me, my lava baby. :)
Lava baby.
Your hands are the molten rock around me.
Wrap around me, lava baby.
Fill in the cracks the others left.
You have that strange power.
And... I love it.
Fill me in, lava baby.
Your touch is like fire.
Our touch is like fire.
Our hands mold together quite lovely.
They do, you must admit so.

I'll be your lighthouse.

He is gone.

He is gone.

And now what do I do?
I wait.
I... shine.
I turn on my light once again
and I wait.
For what, I don't really know.
He came in splendor-
A flying ship with black sails
He landed on my shoreline and never left...
Until now.
And, my shoreline is empty.
So... I'll wait.
And I'll shine.
But the waters are so rough.
When he left, he took the calm with him.
Why would anyone land in this dreadful storm?
My dreadful storm...?
I am the storm.
I sigh- wind.
I cry- rain.
I yell- thunder.
I strike- lightning.
I wait.
I shine.
Come to me, I will not strike you.
I will not yell.
I will not cry.
Cradle yourself in my shore.
Without you, I am empty.
Fill me.
Shove your heart in the empty space where mine once resided.
Bring the calm with you.
I'm sick of raining.
I'm sick of thundering.
I want to kiss- sunlight.
But, I wait.
In the storm of me, I will wait.
And shine.
Always shining.

I want to be your moon

Why are they called shooting stars?
Not only are they meteors, but they are not shooting.
they are burning.
burning, burning, burning into nothing.
They will evaporate in the earth's atmosphere.
the earth is cruel.
These pieces of rock gave their lives to reach her.
And, she merely shattered them.
Am I the earth?
Or am I the meteor?
I would say I'd rather be the earth.
Beautiful, charming, attractive, and deadly.
Like the snake.
But, she has not a loving heart.
I have a lovin heart.
So does that make me the meteor?
Is he my planet?
I just want to reach is surface.
I merely want to trace his neck with my soft lips.
And, thus, I become the meteor.
No backbone, no strength, completely relying on the planet of which I desire.
I have a heart- and that is all.
Just a heart.
And it's burning.
Burning, burning, burning into nothingness.
Will you douse my heart?
Will you take the flame and stomp it out?
but be careful, for my heart is already suffering.
Will you hold it?
Will you let it land on your surface?
I just want a home.
I'm lost and wandering.
And the distance between the stars makes my belly raw.
They seem so close, yet they are completely unreachable.
So, reach your orbit around me.
Take my heart and keep it safe.
But, do not let me burn in your atmostphere.
and do not let me sit idle upon your surface.
I want to be safe but I never want to stop flying.
Take me as your moon.
Baby, I want to be your moon.
And I will give you light when you are surrounded by darkness.
And I will always be there, as will you be for me.

Honey, I want to be your moon.