for her

I wish we would have burned slowly Like incense smelling of patchouli and cedar Our earthly essences up in ribbons of smoke Souls entangled in the air We’d burn softly through the whole thing Sure it has an end but a stick of incense is longer than the match stick we got We burned hot, bright, intense Fizzled out in one fleeting month A month of hopeful, “I love you”s A month of rainbow kisses on foreheads A month of “I can’t believe she’s happening to me” Then years of “I can’t believe she happened to me” Indigo years of maybe Sweet touches a few times a sun cycle if I’m lucky What stubborn earth signs we are Maybe I’ll craft us a candle Wick and wax lit all night Maybe then I’d be ready for us to blow out …unlikely… I guess if you want to ignite you have to feel the flame scorch your skin I’d cover myself in burn scars for you Let’s be fire again