I Must Go On Standing

By guest author Connor Prendergast

Love is a long

Catastrophe,

Like the bruises plain

On hips, jeans

Drawn so low.

Like the silent

Crumple

When her breath

Falls warmly on

My neck, asleep.

The fire would

Be a low murmur,

A sort of

Cosmic play

On the sparks

On kindling,

Across the room.

We are aware,

Now,

That we can

collapse and explode,

All at once.