By Elizabeth Grace Orrick
These summer nights make me cry.
Play me like a violin, you balmy breeze
Show me that Ferris wheel inside my chest
So long rusted over, and just now beginning to whirl,
Everything inside me glitters, tonight
Like those streetlights far below me, and I try so hard
To believe that all the heavens can really outshine this city
The kiss of dawn against my neck, the blaze of sunset inside me.
Once I wrote with scarlet pen
About Valentines and pain wrenching through me
Ripping off all my windows and pouring in, deep and dark
Murky and swirling around me, hair mermaid twisted.
But I am pulsing at your fingertips, bright.
After all this time, and all this pain
All I really feel now is
And that is enough.