lower your eyelids to die with the sun

my shadow melts

between the trees,

pale hands clutch the bark

not so at sudden ease.

my nerves sing

as they touch the leaves

caressing my fingertips

touching my soul.

golten tip to burning spear,

the sun ignites the burning wood,

glory in the burning trees

thrums with my burning heart.

flaming desire

so terrible and great

let no man know

of this sinful hate

extinguished by night,

paled by the stars,

desire is no more.

lower your eyelids to die with the sun.