Fireworks

Carnations and dahlias

flare straight up, hot,

dripping fire - fierce at first

then fading harmless

before one final burst.

This is how my heart

feels - lit up by an invisible punk,

a breathing coal sharing heat, flaming

my waiting awake.

I'm ready to glow, ready to trace

hints and clues left by the last

one who set the night ablaze.

Here I go. Catch me if you

want to burn.