i watched the sky shatter in
shades of purple through the
reflection of the distorted glass.
the wind blew the smell of
wet earth and smoke.
my skin quivered from the
moisture that filled the space
around me. (it held hands with
the cold and smiled.)
I heard the crisp calls the sky
made, devastated that the rain
was falling away.
i could taste the distance between
us and what remained of our
passion as we locked lips, tucked
in between our cars.
or maybe i was tasting the thick fumes of a fire that begged for more.
(she was a fire amongst a storm.)
