Heat

we flicker like fire
crack and slither
burn away with desire
we push at each other

our eyelashes flutter
like the wings
of a butterfly
waiting impatiently
for little deaths to stop by

if you take my hand
we’ll find the way
through every error
if you take my hand
I like to think
you’ll stop its tremor

but god isn’t willing
neither is everything else
and we’re not the kind of birds
that perch in haunted nests

so we linger in showers
daydream our lives away
wearing our masks of hope
we lie so we get to stay

but we quiver like flames
dance around one another
knowing very well
the smoke
is blowing our cover

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