I look into the sun and think
of you; I fling my retinas
into the wildfire in the sky
ever impressing a picture
of you with your eyes like ice cream
scoops softening and spilling out
of the depths of your head. I watch
you decay as quick as a wink
and swear I’ve never loved anyone
like I love you when you are an

Angel, goring and flaming above me
I look at you, I love it, I go blind.
Chloé Allyn
poet / artist / facilitator