Chris Bathgate A Flash Of Light Followed By
There was a flash of light
Followed by chaos
On the night
The moon struck my backyard
There was a flash of light
Followed by silence
And a deep desire to dust my chin with a finer ash
And the air got cold and the sky got dark
And I kissed your lips with the safety off
There was a flash of light
Followed by whiteness
And I held you there in the rose tint click when the
street lights dim
And my eyes got black
And my breath got cold
And my eyelids screamed tight
and my arms they run
