Shot in the dark
Whispers and fire spark
Pop and boil
Through the toil
Feels crisp
Against my cold skin, a wisp
Of hair out of place
I pull it away from your face
And towards me
Across a table, across a sea
But only in my mind
I'm afraid you'll find
A weapon of mass destruction
In the shade of this construction
I wonder about what you said
circles and chaos in my head