Mars in Leo

 

You come on

like a forest fire,

but I am half-asleep.

 

Ten years younger,

you still stoke the furnace

every day.

 

I am content to sleep in

and shuffle to the kitchen

for coffee.

 

What will

become of us?

We met in flames,

 

but will die

in earth, sooner

than either of us

imagined.

 

I could have a

seventy-year-old beau

with real estate,

 

instead of a slacker musician

who works

at Ace Hardware,

 

but oh,

the warmth.

 

We’ll go cold too soon.

Go ahead

and poke the embers.