Palomas

There is a heat on your face threatening imposition
I cannot yet know if it’s because
We just fucked
Or you want me to know something unfathomable
And the words will freeze exploding stars
with the impending doom of your eyes
I already know the secret
Between two palomas and
Spitting into your mouth you whispered
Something sweet and stoic
To remind yourself you were never here
I was never here, it’s resource scarcity
I closed my eyes to remain quiet
Speaking volumes of my own
Ignoring the way you cut through shields in voice messages
That broke me down with
Unfortunate accuracy