sparkling lights

these angles have a good way of keeping me company

while everything else moves,

with the hums and the drums

the buzz of the night breaks through my windows

through the curtains that hide me away from it all.

these angles have a way of sparking lights in thoughts

a once upon a time,

and they bring fire.

they burn holes right through me.

all within a group of four broken walls

the ceiling has no way of keeping this inside.

and with perfect timing, fingertips build together

while still leaving want.