I’ve written
so many
poems
for you

and painted
pictures too

blue and
red and
gold on
paper made
of skin

I am
ashamed
of how
I’ve loved

a lantern
floating
in the sky

could not
have burned
as bright

I will
not stop
until
I reach
the sun

and all
my art
consumed
in flame
gives fiery
birth to your
sweet name