Hold Me, the Walls are Falling
Like the busted jaw of a lion,
downtown lays open wide,
its teeth jagged from trying
to eat the stars.
We hold each other when
the earth shutters,
keep our heads down when
the windows fall like loose scabs.
In that embrace, our breath mingles
and we’re in a typhoon,
hidden from a crowd, looking up,
their mouths agape.
The sky crusts over
into the insides of a geode,
winking itself onto the walls,
refracting darkness into glitter.
Hold me, hold me,
because when we look up,
this will all be gone
and my eyes
will be moon,
yours, sun.