I want to love you like a lightbulb to a lamp
That kisses the fixture in the spring
but burns out in the summer
The sky warm a hole of light
coming and going in small pieces forever
till I am washed out by human fingers
I scorch them with remains of my heat
my last chance to bare my teeth then spiraling to garbage
shatters to the ocean
I am art at last if art was defined as marine debris.
And ice covers my burdens as winter falls on earth
The ice will melt by my eyes
And blue stars will grow
I want to love you like a lightbulb to a lamp
I will grieve and scratch
To never leave your side
But in final moments all lightbulbs are replaced eventually
An bittersweet life for the lamp
Who must accept change
And an life of abandonment for the bulb
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