Dust

Salt trails on my skin

Your fingers following them

Diving into your eyes

Ocean deep, sand grains in my teeth

I'm grinding

I'm grinding

Burning pine trees, cicadas singing

The mountainside is changing

Orange flames are eating

The remains of the day

Orange peel under my nails

The sweet juice touches my lips

Your lips on my neck

Sweet words said under your breath

We're breathing still

Ashes in the windowsill

Ash trails on your skin

My fingers following them

The wall paint is melting

These four walls and all they contain

Is gone, is gone

Burning cities, cicadas silent

Everything is dying

Dust

What's left of us

Ashes

Ashes to ashes

Ashes to ashes

Ashes to ashes

Ashes to ashes