Angels

I’m sorry, darling.

I know it hurts.

Gods are not meant to take human forms

and as we lie here,

gazing up at a sky we once ruled

I can no longer remember the taste of ambrosia sliding down my throat.

A star screams over our heads and you smile,

murmuring something about wishes

I close my eyes

and allow myself to believe

that we are not falling like the stars above

but when I open them again

we still have all too much in common with the dying cosmos-

something extraordinary

left to burn away in Earth’s atmosphere

until not even the ashes remain.

We both know this place will kill us

and yet, we stay.

Even now, as I meet your eyes,

I can feel this unnatural heart fluttering in my chest.

humans are so fragile,

and as I cradle your face between my palms

I am afraid.

Afraid one day I will tear you apart.

But for now,

as our lips brush in the darkness,

we stay.