. . The fall is on fire to you in your arms. Panic will light. If you dare. . Side-notes from the moon. Eyes space-out, typewrite pilot. . Sparkler, won't you come smothering in my arms. Lightning
, as a sparkler light. I write our names across your night. It's only me who sees it fade away. Into shame. That I can't keep you honest blame. That you don't even want this love enough. To make you