Blistered Waiting

You smile and the world is on fire.
In its place will sit the ashes, of its
tenants smoldered caches, on the
fingertips of windfall's vacant pyre.

I'll gaze upon your lovely face.
Between us what is left of earth, will
crackle in a flaming myrth, between us
filling all the vacant space.

An earthly week till we're together.
I want to be filled to the brim with
your presence, I want to be kept safe
from growing acescence, I wish that in life
I could always be given fair weather.

-by WonkyDonkey