Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead: A poem

Blisslessness of the end credits scene &

All is done—

Except for us— 

There’s a fire in the hearts of the cinema 

as we emerge. 

A frankenstein— 

He has your eyes and my hands— 

A physical manifestation of our uglies we hide 

with sharp tongues and balled fists. 

Inferno, from which he was born from,

our Goddamned inferno.

Dante doesn’t smoke but we do,

cigarettes pressed between our lips. 

It’s all we are to each other at this point: 

Lighter, cigarette & steady hands. 

I don’t know what I want. 

“It’s over,” I murmur, but you fill my mouth with your smoke. 

You kiss me senseless and for a moment, 

I thought I was in paradise;

But I’m too ugly for saints 

from the sparks you struck on my wrists. 

“We can do it again,” you say, and I agree.