Wildfiring

Throwing up smoke

Coughing your drink

And we are wildfire in this two room apartment.

We take down the walls and put up the ash;

Cuts stinging in the smoke,

Lungs shrivel in our sea,

And who are we to please each other

When we are pleasure itself.

Love is loss,

Love is losing and winning,

You lose your lunch. 

I lose my mind.

We've won.