The First Time

Out in the golden haystacks

at midnight, summer comes ablaze,

when we fall nose to nose for the first time.

Your breath smells like peaches,

and I welcome you with open arms.

Then, like a cherry from a tree,

a star falls from heaven,

breaking my heart in two

as it hits the ground.

Then like fire spreading,

it multiplies a million times,

and my two pieces

break again,

and again,

and again,

crumbling to dust.

(That’s just the way the

cookie crumbles they say).