Perseids.

Perseids

by james bezerra

We laid in the desert -

this was some time after you had decided that you didn’t like me anymore,

but we laid there in the desert just the same -

trying to spot comets

in the field of stars.

Sparks against fire

or the smell of just one flower in the spring.

Your fingers touched my fingers,

distantly.

We just laid there in the desert

because all the damage had already been done.

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