I am shocked
by our audacity
that we love
like we want this
like we don’t control it.
Don’t you know?
These things end
just like they begin
in a burning flame
Like the one we’re lying in
here
breathing together
heartbeats competing.
*Don’t worry, honey,
I can fix it,*
you say,
*I’ll put it on my list
of things to do
on Monday.*
Don’t act like you don’t know
That come Monday
this flame will be out
and you won’t know my name.