56.

I want you to be on fire
the way that I am
on fire

(and did you know:
that we could make yellow days like these
that end in violet nights like these
for the rest of our lives?)

so I roll over to you in the darkness
and tonight is the night
and tonight is finally the night
with my bitten back torn
and your hair twisted
into a perfect
knot

I could relent, and
stay like this -- with you --
forever, trapped inside this
gray and misted twilight
nothing coming, nothing
going

(or perhaps the color
blue
could come to mind)

No, no --
I have decided.
I do not want something
lukewarm
from you.

I want you to be on fire
the way that I am
on fire