Moonscape

There are coal mines burning

beneath my feet. From across the field,

the mine shaft is a pool to drown in.

Love is a firecracker thrown on my lawn.

You wheeze with sinkhole lungs. You taste

like you’ve been chewing matches.

Unbutton your blouse and show me

what smolders underneath. Steam rises

from the grass. All I dream about are charred

bedframes, canaries with iron lungs. You

could engulf me. This is the moment

where it may or may not get out of control.

I am destroyed by the idea of fire

licking my bones clean like snow.