She made the world come inside.
She made it all into a trip.
A journey?
A slim on the tip of my tongue.
Lit, enjoyed, and
extinguished?
Everlasting.
Much better E word.
She leaves no bitter taste of ash,
only sweet residue on my lips.
That is until I insist on a kiss.
Just after she lights.
Enjoys.
And extinguishes.
She'll lay her head on my chest.
Her hand on that last patch of soft belly fuzz.
She'll tell me she loves me.
She'll tell me sick and frightening words like forever.
Only this time...
I'm not afraid.
I'm looking forward to joining you.
In whatever chaos.
In whatever darkness.
I smile in the streetlight glow of my window.
The hum of my machines.
The purring of my content fiance`.
And the slight snore.
The dull
thump
thump
thump
of our two (?) hearts.
