my love is a miser’s love
i save it, i save it
you took a bath with gasoline
and your skin is barely dry

stillborn in an oil slick
sweet angel of asphalt
what i’d give to watch you crawl
beneath red heaven’s pyre

when i see you i get vertigo
a thought’s brought to its knees
like a mirror indiscernible
through the blossoms of gasoline

and of course i’ve said too much
because i still feel the same
how can you think
that we should love
when we were both made for

i don’t want to feel your love or
daylight, daylight at all
sometimes, the words you say
i can barely even mouth

in a thousand prisms
and more hours
to gaze through their cuts
i won’t find the freeness of
your form in my own lines

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