Poem for a Nuclear Romance

What will it matter then When the sky's not blue but blazing red The fact that I simply love you When all our dreams lay deformed and dead We'll be two radioactive dancers Spinning in different directions And my love for you will be reduced to powder The screams will perform louder and louder Your marble flesh will soon be raw and burning And kissing will reduce my lips to a pult Hideous creatures will return from the underground And the fact the I love you Will die You don't have to sleep to see nightmares Just hold me close Then closer still And you'll feel the probabilities pulling us apart. --- Poem for a Nuclear Romance - Anne Clark