The warmth of where
you were does not betray
the presence of the 
match you were lying
down dry skin can you 
verify this? Of course
I touch the sun and your hair
I remember shining as if
it were still there where
you were
dreaming
in my heart
I was here watching
sweat down the front 
of buildings the end
of all space heat
sending waves 
over the surface of 
my fingertips dance
alone over tin can
fire dance on the bed 
I can almost see
scorch marks in the sheets