shut your eyes
darling, did you hear about the solar flare?
but frankly (who is frank anyway?)
the world can burn for all i care
i just want to melt with you
we can put on amy winehouse
and dim the lights too
maybe share a cigar and a scotch
of course i’d cough from every sear of
burned tobacco to my esophagus
i’m not a smoker, you see
and you would laugh and say that
there’s no finer day than today to start
i call it dying with a touch of class
sometimes i think that i can die
from just one touch from you
if that’s the case then darling,
i’ve died a thousand deaths before this
from fingers brushed across mine
and hips bumped against mine.
you’re whispering into the shell of my ear now
“is this the end of the world like they said?”
i can’t help but to think that if it was,
this could be the sweetest death.
heavenly.
