When you look at me can you see the earth on fire in the sunset hills, the end of this wretched world and the beginning of a new one. My head is split in two, angel, please close the blinds. It must have been the whiskey and cigarettes that went down like heaven as we talked and sang and laughed our way through the spiced autumn night. I remember the chill on my skin, the moon glow and the dirty jokes. The way your thumb coaxed my mouth. Hats and coats on the floor, you and I naked beneath the soft white sheets. Please wrap another blanket over us and tell me it’ll all be okay. When I spread myself over you I am filled with a radiant warmth I never want to lose, even though I know all good things will turn again to dust on the broken wings of a time gone by. Sunlight crawls muted through the window which overlooks the brightest orange and golden trees. Funny how vibrant is the dying season. A blackbird soars elegant against a snowy clouded sky. And for right now, silence lays her head down next to us. Quiet sighs sliding smooth along the water glass. My body and your body, melting like teardrops into the steel gray afternoon.