I Do Need Saving by Matthew Milia

Just like the brown bulbs of your eyes
The stars are certainly dead
But something makes them shine
When I hover right above your dark-bed
And I know it’s not me
Illuminating through your face so well-fed
But it brightens the
Parts of all your skin I ever wanted

You are a dark savior
I do need saving
All our hot behavior
Will not deliver me

The lilac-breath
Is hot and still in
The first hours of the evening
And what is left
In my will when
The lilac-breath is leaving?

You are a dark savior
I do need saving
All our hot behavior
Will not deliver me

And what a dangerous drive that was
So young and dark
Jefferson Avenue
I imagined I blew
The spark of a bullet
Into a tree on Belle Isle
While you were steering
Your father’s giant car
I kept hearing
Far, far, far away
Some childish dirge those
Merging semi-trucks would
Play