Something Burns

Something burns—my glory. She stands the sky, enlove with
Glory. And such anguish, a fitful love. I embrace agony, my
Need—my blood. Such schism, a bleeding soul: she cries
The silence. I walk the sulfur, enlove with glory. My eyes,
Such warmth: my tears, a woman’s glory. I’m so aflame, a
Burning music. And she stands the sky, mourning invisibility.
I wail, and grip glory. Such a dance: a cosmic dance. And
Such joy, a flaming kiln. Alert the reverend, my absent dream:
Something burns. The mystery, a human torch, a woman’s
Fire. I pause—a vignette—and surface—my passion. And
There she stands: my nightmare. The sky, a russet jewel: the
Earth, a symphony. And we stare, running the atmosphere—
Adrift an angel’s vision. My love—if only pain, but something
Burns, a wailing joy.