tonight
I wanna tear things apart
with soft strokes
slow dancing hands
the clouds are moving too fast
and the sky looks painted on.
trees almost topple as we watch
fires blaze, though I'm cold
and you touch me
though I'm dirty.
Let's pretend we're celebrities
accepting awards in
ridiculously expensive clothes.
our plastic leis are
silk ties and hair scarves
and there is nothing but blackness
behind those who watch us.
you move so
so
effortlessly
while I bite my lip
and try to get a little closer.
tonight, I wanna tear things apart
while I rest my head
upon your shoulder.