Live For Burn

[aria_oh]

retire to these four boards at night
keeping structure for the shades of teal
and whites
my world consists of
heavy as they pinch along my cheeks;
no particular rythmn
in what appears to sound
as the wrath of lustful being
itself often fragile
to the lurking
next, the leap of the evening
in the air, intense
with the flutter of a child passing
through the puddles,
ten toes pierced brown and shaded pale
opposite from window view
drying closed the wound
scenery, failing me
she still stings shooting off the breeze.