NATURE Poem: HEAT BREAK, by Desmond Blume

The coconut oil in the glass jar
is wet as soup
so we go swimming
in the poison ivy
of our relationship
that suddenly caught fire,
trying to cool off
the recent explosions.
As we slowly burn,
we try to thwart
the inevitable end
in ash, looking
for a fire escape,
hoping each word thrown
is laced enough with love,
with best intentions, to bring us
together amidst the solar eclipse
of collapse. We cast
rejoinders but the walls,
once holding us up, together, melt,
until we can see through them,
their structure disappearing
beneath us, around us, within us
until only a ghost of us is left,
a hologram of an ideal pair. Seared
into the museum of our memories,
in the hall of exes, each vacant ember
remains like smoked potential,
contains an unborn phoenix,
on display for future
investigations of arson.

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