The sensible one,with the world around her shoulders.The smog of a sobbing earth stains your scarf,but you smile,as if your life depends on it,and you kiss me,like it will be the last time,and I die,like it was the first time I had ever lived,retiring onto the skyscrapers that sit around your shoulders with a sigh.

I tried to become a dream,a vision in violet,at war with your oven and the powder blue sky that sought to distract me,emulating the eyes of my beloved.I gazed out the window in a hazy, happy stupor,until the kitchen was filled with silent, staring smoke,judging and tutting as I fell under your spell. You were…