The First

She says she doesn't mind that

we've got infinite endings.

We sink into long field grass

and I pull her closer.

The sky is black and her heartbeat

is a sparrow.

We've chosen this place because it's special.

I could watch her in this autumn sunlight forever.

"It's coming soon." She whispers into my chest.

I tell her I love her,

kiss her,

and the sky explodes.

It's a distant tingling warmth at first

like the picnic date I fell in love with her,

and then the burn consumes us.