we made makeshift settlements in old, crumbling ruins and we weren't homeless but we sure weren't home so we sought out places as broken as we felt with digital camera clicks and rough clearings of throat (that hint of asbestos and ground-to-dust brickwork) laying out soft blankets and forgetting they were too thin: gravel digging into hunger-knobbled spines as we slipped under cosmic spells, spying constellations in burnt out stars and speaking wax poetic with slender fingers intertwined and your soft palm hissing softly as my callouses grated your skin
and when you told me you loved me, i really believed it it was clear as the jewels that glittered on that midnight dressing gown the first half of the earth slipped on whenever the sun slid away to her lover's second side obvious and inevitable and woman i loved you too how impossible a thing it would be, to melt into each other's souls like wax on burning candles without solidifying and finding a permanent fixture once the heat cooled off through every wind and motion, all the weathers, where you'd goβthere i'd be but like candles, our wicks were time stamped and endangered we faded out in a curl of dark smoke, and maybe that's when i turned to the nicotine