On this day                                                       

I need to

Grip the sun

With molten hands

Of power and passion

I need to shake

Golden drops of

Liquid fire onto

Cold asphalt streets

On this night

I want to bury

Steel fingers deep

Into silver moon ice

And crush sharp shards

Into lifeless dust to drift

To earth in cold blackness

Soundlessly falling

One time

I will touch someone

Lightly on the cheek

Or hand or lips

Our eyes open

And connected

My existence no threat

My offer accepted

Soft light warm

A gentle wind.