Not a Fire

Oh my God I’m smiling and crying
Depending on the day
I might be flying or dying
The sky holds signs
So do the trees
Studying faces and reading into tea leaves
My love is not a fire
Guaranteed to take us higher
The ocean rises with the moon
And my days are all I have to offer to you
You and I, strands of rope
Bands in an oak
Fused by the friction of hours
I’m a black cat, nudging your hand
I’m a black hole for your affection
Silent nights lead to calmer days
Kneeling down in the shifting sun rays