Fire Fly

I search for you in fields of flame.
Plasmatic rivers of certain death
circle bare fleshed beauty,
and I can not dream of a better way
to end it all.
A whimsical suicide of mythical proportion
leaves a dry tongue sated with
a sovereign flavored wine.
I drink to this liberation,
to the rehabilitation of these clipped wings.
Face in the wind,
I catch your scent.
Your smoke and earth fill my lungs,
a drug I have only dreamt of cultivating
on nights where I am bound
to monotonous desert, and desert alone.
I leave my death grin in tact
on the corpse of who I was never meant to become,
and I step outside of my scientific box.
I touch deceased hands, stiffened in rigor mortis,
and place a kiss on my shells once hindered lips.
I watch this old vessel burn in flames of pewter and brass,
and I don't think you had ever looked so beautiful to me.
The universe let out a sigh that took my wings,
and carried me in the direction
of solar winds and lunar silence.
I bid you good bye as I briefly glance back in your direction...
knowing that I have set you free at last.
Through this separation of spirit from skin,
I can see you as you were meant to be seen...
appendage and marrow, nuclei and follicle,
a patchwork prison vehicle of pain and discontent.
Your molecular science is breaking down,
disappearing into the heart of the earth,
while my unexplainable ability to fly without you
carries me to undiscovered skies.

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