ongoing draft, once again untitled.

i dream relentlessly
it's always the night we paused at the edge

of the ravine by your house
you stared down into the concrete darkness

"we're nothing more than matches
at best we burn down to what holds us"

i heard you but I pointed out the bats erratic
shadows snuffing and relighting stars

i never knew what you saw at the bottom
I just knew better than to reach for you

but in the dream you hold me
and I burn.