This Final Moment

(written for HadesRising's "Apocalyptic Doom" competition)


hold my hand
as we watch
that glorious, hungry comet
hurtling towards us
together

arched
over each other's bodies
like coiled snakes
on a spit

trees sizzle
in the distance
as we shall sizzle
come sunrise

touch me
it is not
the astral heat
that warms my skin
but the fever
you inflame
within me

kiss me
taste the red sweetness
of my mouth
as that crimson bloom
lights up the sky

my love
how I will always
burn orange
incandescent
like a star

sidereal

for you