The ocean water is blisteringly cold
but we run the length of the beach barefoot,
our footprints swallowed up by the tide
and all I remember is the way your laugh
filled my lungs until they nearly burst.
The fire is casting sparks in all directions,
the smoke twisting in the wind like a burst grenade,
but we’re squinting our eyes to see the stars -
counting the ones that tear across the blackness
and in my sleep, I count them again.
The roof of a skyscraper is the center of a hurricane
and the wind whipped at us like it wanted to tear us apart
but that’s where I kissed you for the first time and
your mouth was my anchor then
and has been ever since.