Burn-colored fingertips
lace towards the crown of your head.
Bottle-glass stained lips
draw heat from fermented breath.

Callous kisses, hands on rear
and tasteless worn out grins.
the coldest night of the year.
The cruelest you’d been.

Met hours before dawn,
in bed tired before long.
Dreams sour each passing day,
even the ones we’d never say.

Then, a remembered insecurity,
at once, frosts the room.
A lifetime of love now imaginary,
left to rot and oxidate too soon.

Twisted mouths begin lying,
for our pale Washington eyes.
The Doppler effect on another kind of siren.
A Swartzchild radius exactly my size.

The lovers quarrel, entangle shoelace.
Vibrating atomic clocks keep time of the chase.
Two shots fire simultaneously,
only one lands with grace.