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.