dinner at Wendy's 8.34 p.m.

would that the world spin in
a different direction
warped to accommodate
a single moment
with a possible you.

the night, star-choked
violently romantic---
drenched in endings,
and you...
eyes closed to spare
that burning gaze,
breath eddying
as our lips almost graze,
unspoken sentences
leaving feather promises,
diffusing as
our silhouettes torched
untethered to our feet
because you always kiss
with your eyes wide open
our lashes fusing in frenzy
as our liquid souls meet.

would that the heavens see
the glorious impossibility
of you and me.
thus away from the fates
uncreate
our female bodies,
our cautious minds,
our fickle, fragile hearts,
leave us be
in our basest essence
to meld and burn
as a single entity
just for a perfect second
in this lawless infinity.

tick.

a blink.

you sit across the table
fork still in hand
disoriented, misplaced.

on a trembling
lower lip lingering
you lick
the after taste
of a never memory---
an invisible remnant

a smear of me.