Fire

I dreamed that I was drunk and 23--

You were there with me,

Wearing old jeans and a ponytail.



We had wrecked the fucking car--

Driven it into a tree, far down a side road.

You had said, "Trust me, my plans never fail."



We walked away

As the forest went up;

Your smooth tanned arms glowed with red and yellow

And I had no idea what to say.



You turned around, lazy and high,

And I

Stumbled into your sure embrace.

I was bleeding.

You said, "Aw, sugar," in a voice both sweet and mocking,

And tenderly kissed my face.



The woods were on fire,

All we had left was whiskey,

And I knew my love was hopeless, and that I'd never see you again.

It burned, you know.

All of it.

It burned going down.

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done in response to prompt  magpie 23