I will ignite thirteen fires
since the moon didn't show up tonight
and my oldest long drawn love song
will come and take you from your deep sleep.
And in the twelfth fire
I will burn every clothe you're wearing
and deep from my lungs
my sob will light up
every fire in the world
Don't be late
and when you wake up
my heart's flame
come, and it blow out.
Don't be late
And when you leave me
promise to the fire
that you will be back.
I will ignite thirteen fires
and I will pick a star that looks like you
I will tell to the night your name three times
with grievance and whimsicality
And when you wake up,
you will follow my soul's song
You will get in another dream
The one southerly wind and my body picked.