Like an eclipse
Your lips
were never meant to stay
there
at the top of my sky
merging day into night
and then passing

returning only years later
halfway around the world and all over someone else.


You're a meteor shower; beautiful
you're cataclysmic; you left me changed

Irreparably scarred beyond normal or appropriate standard.

Poorly planned fireworks.









..... I'd like my pinkie back, Linda.