Fireworks

There’s the idea that you spend

your life searching for one person

who makes you feel alive

with magic and flourish and fireworks.

Ah, the fireworks. The so-called bursts of

color that kill themselves in front of closed

eyes, when your blood sings and breath

halts, the flames twist blues and greens

and golds; such a fantasy they are.

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