These are sharp claws
These are thin petals
This is quiet "I cannot do this"
This is the whisper of tired lips
This is the weakness of tired hands
This is "do it but only do it like that"
This is where the dreams happen
This is the casual "Embrace me"
This is what makes us whole
This is painful and then immediately it's not
This happens at night and then where the light is
This is what happens to me and you
This is what will make us into fire
This is what will seem like a dream
This is you
This is me
This will not keep us safe
This is going to be the burns of dates
This is you, this is me
Too little, too little, too little fire
I just want a little bit more of that
Too little, too little, too little fire
I consent that means you can do this
These are wine drops
This means, I'm alone again
This is the silent "I don't want this"
This means, "Just don't cry, will you"
This means, "Just don't say anything, will you"
This is happening for the last time