the music that died

It's been twenty years
since you and I
laid eyes on one another
what a horrible thought--
twenty years
since you broke me
we were all gods then
raping, conquering
unstoppable and chaotic
I still feel you in me
pulsing, convulsing
to the music that died
so long ago

your blood
so hot
your skin
so perfect
remains in the clear and cold
Colorado air
damn me
damn me and these latent
photographs and fantasies
I can't separate
God's truth from fabrication
I can't breathe
this awful air
without you
strangling me
burning girl
meet
burning boy
it's no wonder
we set the world on fire
you set me up
you tore me down
two years later
you got the fuck out of town
what a girl
burning down the world
one hotel room at a time
one broken bottle
and one broken heart
at a time.