The warrior from mars

i spent last night
with a shooting star
on the outskirts of hopelessness

where we talked of
wind and rain
craters and ash

right now
i see that you were eager
i thought i would remiss
but i guess you really needed me to ask

it shamed
the fireball to show
her drowned and sodden heart
soaked in all those months
of liquid fears

and i know
you saw that look on me
as if i was apalled
that small speck of moment
lost in our ears

i wanted more
despite the pyre
from those secretes laced in gold
but my hands flinched
when i moved
to wipe her face

her eyes closed tight
feeding the fire
and so
my heart turned cold
but sometimes
that's needed
to give a warm embrace