The tired work of hydrogen.
Sigh of helium. The simple elements
grow heavy in the sun.
We were asked to enter, love,
where the door is all burning.
Every inch of skin, tiny hairs
lit up and freed.
For whoever joins the helium
will find how heaven burns.
The god of light and fire.
I caught your eye, I signed
to you with my burnt hand.
It vanished in the gesture
like the memory of a dream.
I saw you move in deeper, your eyes.
How your seeing made a darkness
like two tunnels through the light.
The immense fire that burns
the heart of everywhere
did not spare your memory,
or memory's ice.
And if I traveled through the darkness
you sent to guide me,
would you know me where the burning
makes new light like the sun?