A fire that burned so passionately it could never be extinguished.
A fire that burned so quickly, its
Spark confounded both of us.
So surreal, we would laugh.
As the heart bandit lit the flame,
Smog and smoke swooned in, blanketing those three words with darkness.
Maybe I talked about you being a firefighter too much, too often.
Self-sabotage and stupidity snickered in.
As you strutted towards West End Avenue,
Shaking your head,
I could feel my throat closing. I was helpless,
I stuttered to stop your impulsive misjudgment.
The bright light you once
Shone was burning me now.
Each word you exhaled added more oxygen
To the fire, silencing me with pangs of “I can’t do this.”
“I love you", I sobbed.
The fire was burning deeper into my skin but
You wouldn’t save me.
The streaming tears were no match to the flame
I needed a firehose. I needed a firefighter. I needed you.
Suffocating, I begged for you.
I walked closer to the fire, “I am not giving up.”
As I jumped back into the flames,
You watched as the fourth-degree burns weakened my spirit.
Suffocating, sobbing, strangling.
Will my Spirit Spark again?
S Names haunt me now.
Simon & Garfunkel,
Seaweed Salad,
Singing to the strings,
Sea Quench,
Seinfeld,
Stanton and Stuart,
”Many Timessss”
Showers, and Sunsets through the looking glass,
Snapple,
Skinnydipping,
Shows and rooms, a showroom, I saw.
Shakespeare in the Park,
Sandy calves, Fishing too close.
Spiderman Superhero tingling feeling in my
Wrists when you
Sat next to me.
Select Cafes, pinching for more Chinese.
Sag Harbor, Stony Brook not too far away.
So many S’s.
Special we always said, cackling about our spark, then we’d be
Serious, “you really are special,”
So you swore as your
Strong hands smoothed out the delicate frizzes in my hair behind my ear.
Special and
Surreal. That’s what you said.
SSSSSsssss…the hissing SSSsssss….
Like a Serpent. Misleading Eve.
You Sabotaged our very own Garden of Eden.
Adam? Well, he was nowhere to be seen.
Surreal? No, it couldn’t be. A mere illusion.
It must be because we’re both redheads.
Forced into darkness, I have stopped
Sleepwalking. Surreal is no more.
Though you evaporated our flame,
A fire still roars deep within me that I will find once again.
This is fire
This is art