I kept my distance
Nursing it like a long-dead sparrow
Frozen in the act of surrender
I thought I could get closer from there
Circling your cosmos, darting in, darting out
Drawn to your flame, but fearing extinction.
I thought I knew too well
The smell of a singed heart
I saw myself scorched clean
Gone without a trace
Through the wild emptiness
Unable to dream, unable to desire
Which kills faster, flame or frost?
In the end is wilderness,