Make me a temperment, make me fire and make me love as I am not a flame and it's just your eyes that deceive you..let's just call this love desire as I am only a chiffon burnout caress as you watch me fold into the night. I am the ravens song, hallelujah! I came from black mountain ash of the Irish and it is I who found you out without eyes. I found you out with beak and with claw and I searched you with sapphire diamonds that landed in the back of my eyes. My eyes like the burning stars, in the bottomless river see so I blister and burn inside but stars don't burn and, neither do sapphires -- It's just the rubies in my hair, it must just be these rubies in my hair. They burn for you for they know thier place and oh how they burn in me.
© Words Wendy Rose Watson
