“Our love will set a precedent for all the worlds future flames.” -Thomas Paine
I hope you know
there are more than burnt embers between us,
cascading crimson trees
inside of me.
Spruce trees substitute for lungs,
igniting every stalk
blade that sprouts
With ashes in place of stomach matter,
I collect soot on the inner walls of my intestines.
I did not expect love without
why would I want it that way anyhow?
I urged for more than a spark,
I planned for an inferno.
You did to me what lightning does to dry wood
since molding you into stanzas
would dilute you to pretension,
I will calculate you into scientific form.
Lightning is an electrostatic discharge
so voluminous it raises it’s surrounding temperature to
54,000 degrees fahrenheit,
a calefaction so incandescent it fuses sand into glass
enkindles ordinary catalysts,
such as an Evergreen,
I am the Evergreen.
Standing on city streets I attract worried looks as smog
gaseous vapor seep up
out of my mouth
my ears become chimneys.
And walking through crowds of paired off people,
I sense eyes interrogating me from a distance,
Who are you searching for?
Why are you here?
I can do nothing,
but diminish into excelerant patches;
looking as if I am sending smoke signals to aerial optics.
As the last tree
ceases to flare
I should have kissed you longer.