Red lips sway in the summer heat
R A S P I N G

Once, the world was green and wet and wonderful
and the stars would fall to the earth and cling to all its glory when the morning came.
But no more.

Flowers would bloom and we would pluck their petals
asking for love with our fingers'  cruel embrace
But that world loved us not

And now
the sun beats down on us and burns our backs
and made brittle,
Cupid's crimson bow dances back and forth in god's hot breath
a wilting waltz towards oblivion