You might catch us when the sun departs –
two wild and broken beating hearts.
Sugar on velvet, stars kiss the sky –
too polite to approve of he and I.
We’re brazen fireworks burst into flame –
too furious and fleeting to call by name.
Soon we’re just smoke smudging the moon –
hanging on nothing, dreaming of noon.
If you by chance glance away or turn a deaf ear –
you’d never guess lovers once burned to ashes here.
~ RhS ~