Faraway Cars

Remember the nights

When we crashed, burning,

Into darkness,

Hands inside elastic waist bands,

Igniting fires in faraway cars?

Our lips and fingers mingling

And letting go,

Far, far

We traveled

To hear our names read from phone books.

Remember the burning beds,

Dying in the dark winter street?

Eyes full of stars and frost,

Pleading:

Don't go,

Don't leave me.

I have a box where I keep my heart,

Because this hole inside me is a grave.