This a poem I wrote some time ago. It has an exuberance about it which I still enjoy, though I'm not sure even I could say what it means:
And the Sky Caught Fire
There was a blazing bonfire of clouds,
red as poppies and rowan berries,
as butterfly wings going up in smoke,
that night we snuck away
from all that is human,
and snapped and bit and scratched
because we hurt so much
How could we not with a sky like that
and a dark wind
and something popping through our veins
and the flames licking the heavens
and god's bum.
That's what Jake said.