He knows how to light up his evenings

and brighten his mornings:

once, he would ignite her with sweat,

once, he would burnish her with song

 

Flushed,

he graces his cigarettes with an ode

He enflames a woman,

a mirror,

and a night -

as he rises through his cloud of smoke

 

Burnt,

he finds songs in the barrel of time

.... he snuffs out time.... and moves on

He longs for travel and freedom

Bourne by the wind

...... he journeys

to his distant star