Wednesday, April 20, 2011

The future must die

Honey he says, I would be with you like we were everything that could burn, a world glowing red on our cheeks, he says I would be with you and I would see nothing beyond our brightness, but chasing fire are ashes and breathlessness, like your eyes reflecting the moment I am capable of hurting you permanently, the moment we look past each other, the moment you can't remember how quickly a world may melt, the moment a wisp of cool smoke takes what we were and leaves the dark in its place so suddenly that we're unsure what we'd been, the moment our touch is not familiar but foreign again, the way heat is foreign to coolness, the way fire is foreign to nothing, time foreign to love.