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.