we dance with the flames

our bodies slathered in light,

years to come, we’ll be seen

in slow motion, again and again

arms raised, bricks thrown,

reaching for what was promised.

we are the sea – tides juicy with man’o wars

funny how much authority desire has over us

we want to be on the inside, wear the crown,

instead we’re always drowning in the shallows

trying to make something out of nothing;

make tenderness towards the turned backs.