B is for Love at The End of the World

*for Maya N.

i wanted to give you something
wonderful and strange
misguided and deadly...
two boys dancing slowly 'round the Savannah
in between a people who know nothing about anything.

i wanted to wrap you
in security and contentment
irritability and the hopelessness
of sharing a heart and a bed littered with flames.

i... i don't mean to be so disconcerting
it IS Friday after all.
i'm just window shopping.
watching lives on display, at this, the last sales event before the end of the world.

Tracy j H
07:12:2012

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