Imagine Making Love Under a Ceiling of Exploding Shells
I walk with you.
The same way we always go
the muddy path
your skirt a bit too high
my hands a bit too hot
Though you do not know it, I find myself breathing
heavily when you’re around
I breath heavily around you and your short skirt.
I want to take the long way.
I want to have a chance.
Bombs go off in the distance
We see the brilliant phosphorescence,
a milky Catharine wheel across the city’s boring
I take the long way home unafraid of the falling
I walk with you with your short skirt, my hands
warm on your thighs, my eyes
sleeping on the nape of your neck.
I move closer.