I am created mostly from fire
Accompanied by a strong gust of wind
Very little water, other than where it counts – from the moon to the outwardest of stretches to Pluto
And just enough earth for it to be my vital essence and real daddy energy
An energy I both despise but rather love
I create. I blaze. I am out of control. I am ardent.
A total wildfire of destruction
But sometimes there’s a controlled burn
To keep the forest healthy
Sparklers on the 4th of July
Live in my eyes all year round
Created my own fire
In a fierce lion cub
With a mask of a bull
And the moon of a virgin
The intellectual space of my mind
Like the nebula’s that take up space in the heavens.
That require constant stimulation
But not too much, cause then it’s too overpowering and it gets a little dizzying.
Bet you didn’t know wind could cut?
Let alone how deep
