set me aflame

Rachel Kitch

what beauty it must be -

to weave together and lock and release and cry

we sing, sing, sing together

an implosion with a matching explosion

we collide again and again and

i swallow what you give me i take it until

the universe hums in relief when

finally we burn ourselves out

what beauty it must be -

to unfurl a wing and brush your soul

and escape unsinged

Rachel Kitch is a speculative novelist that often writes things that are full of pathetic yearning. She has seven houses in Sagittarius, which explains her crippling commitment issues and affinity with horses. Her short work and poetry can be found scattered on the internet in hidey-holes like Prismatica, Crow & CrossKeys, and more. Find her yapping on Twitter @rachelkitch.