sweltering
My love for you will wither
In a corridor of flames
Sweat-doused hands I
poured my heart, into red lilies
.
The fire smelled like you,
of all the memories we made
But i could not stop the burning
Nor could i have tried
There was a map, and we followed it, darling
Into all of its worst little nooks and
look at us! look at us now!–at where we’ve ended up.
.
Hush.
Do not panic, my love.
There is no need to scream.
This is nothing but the end
of the trail and of the lines we built
together.
Why are you surprised?
.
I love you.
I love you–but what does that mean anymore
in a place like this?
.
Hush, my love.
Hush.
It will be over soon.
Come,
let us watch the ground crumble,
together–
As I lay my head atop your shoulder,
You close my eyes. And I let you.
.
Hold me.
.
The flames rise higher, tilted necks
This is the place we made for ourselves, darling–
I hope that you are happy here.
inhaling fumes, desire, of
sweltering heat.
Our lungs go black. Forget.
Forget–and the way out disappears.
.
at least,
we are not–
alone.
