This Flame Consumes Water

Yes, I am one who wastes far too many

of my sparse thoughts on the daily mundane,

so who am I to offer remedy

for beauty sprouting seemingly from plain

brown eyes? I watch as you try to get high

off residue, and you, my love, are far

from pathetic. Our flame is dignified

while licking cannabis in lieu of water.

Your tepid tongue intertwines with mine and

the ashes of my flesh combine with spit,

creating words I never thought I’d send

from my mind let alone my mouth and it

feels good, us. We felt good, we’re still good

at times, yet our mouths have been filled with blood.