Flamming

If torch can be quenched
If waft can be silenced
If horses can be tamed
If you could catch a gleam
If a sea could be cuddled
If the touch would only be delightful

I’d be hanging downtown
Like an autumn leaf
Turning colour into red
And then into a gray
I’d be hanging downtown
Seamlessly

Is Rose put in soil
Spiking – hurt
Brightening – enlightened
Wobbling – broken
Emitting – unwanted
Dying – reborn

I’d be falling down
Like a wingless hawk
Over dark cold ocean
Into dirt of oil spill

Sell a soul for the absolution
Enslave me, control me
Put a chain,
Put a bullet in my head

Yet resurrected again
Into field of greenest grass.
Naked, cold, freezing – happy?

I’d be hanging downtown
Like an autumn leaf
Waiting for an extinguish
Or the madness of fire.