Letters

I dance in a storm of confetti
The letters you write to me
They rain down captured in flame
the horizons are orange
oh how the torn paper that you wrote to me
float, they float they land all about
consumed as they drift
and I write to you on a blank page
and all it is filling with rage
fire burns within me,
consuming all that left of what was there
My arms they extend like, the christ god
as I spin about the flaming papers with your name about them
and I laugh, I laugh at the flaming paper that drifts about me
like a rain of little flames, the wind it blows them to and fro
and then I decide to find some place else to go
to wander and drift as the wind blows...