Chocolate Wings

The ravine ripped through the desert. The clouds crackled across your clenched jaw. The spackle on our hands sparkling in the moonlight. Come closer, she whispered, and disappeared. Oxygen masks fell to our ankles. The weather warmed. The night crept in and held our hands. Lovers lowered their guards. Fingers slipping through knotted hands, rotten wet with age. Apples ripped from branches and flung themselves at us. Hungry years lay before us. Windows cracked, blistering in the heat of your smile. Teeth like tornados exploded from his face. Chocolate dripped from his wings.