Gunpowder and Rain

We used to sit
on the edges
of this life
like gunpowder and rain.
Sweet smoke
and the earth rising
in woodsy cascades.
We were danger
and heat,
hot rainforest-showers
in deserts toppled
by our hurricane-love.
You ignited me
with your fingers
and I emblazoned you
onto the world,
they saw
but you never did.
And with each shot,
I aim for hearts,
to rip them free
from their stability
of body and blood
as mine was rended
from my chest
by a silence
so deafening,
it can be heard
around and around
this tiny green place
where I wander,
searching for
those deadly days
of fire and water.


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