Your hand is a key
against the cage of my breast
The door open at your touch
I am alight with flaming birds
Free, they carry my petitions
like fire and smoke
drifting embers, wind swirled
I don't need to set lights for god to see
god already knows
Every whisper against your cheek
is a shower of sparks, soaring heavenward
New burning stars
For god to arrange in his diadem
