dissecting the sun

when we make fire
we burn
like angels hotwired in ecstasy
like runes of emerald ebony
like a steamy mattress of clouds
reflecting diamonds from an inner sun

you can see light ignite
a star reaching its bright fingers
deeper into a silent space
like rapture in the evening
... rapture in the evening

the waves lull
like a hot massage
crashing into the lavender shores
of royalty
it's rapture in the evening
rapture in the evening ...