Your dark apathy
And slightly upturned chin
Are like kerosine
To the wildfires of my mind.
Through the smoke and fumes
I picture us running away together
To light similar fires on rooftops
And in the back rooms of deserted lots.
Your teeth are sharp and bright
in the firelight, your lips pale and perfect
Suddenly the bright sunlight of today
Is cold through the scratched train window.
The sky is shrouded and dark with stars.
I bask in it.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
🙂 I have the urge to hit like on all of your poems! You’re talented. I’m definitely enjoying them.. I like…
“I picture us running away together
To light similar fires on rooftops
And in the back rooms of deserted lots.”
I’m glad you like them, thank you.
They’re hear (partly) to be enjoyed.