The explosion was spectacular:

a pyrotechnic delight for those who lived afar,

and for us too,

in that flash of exuberant abandon,

momentarily dazzled, basking

in the disbelief that

something could be that bright.

Sparks to rival stars -

my God it was as if a fireworks factory

had finally found the arsonist’s flame,

and once the fuse was lit

all of fate could
ejaculate with fluorescent fury.

Oh, we were so blown away,

rocketed by intense fuels

into some far-off, new-found fabulous place,

like out of space where only we  matter

and where  truth is,

foolishly believing we might be

only slightly singed along the way.

Problem was,

and the truth of the matter is,

“destroyed”  is too tame

to describe what we did,

that night we detonated all our desires at once –

the orgasmic pyroclastic

decimation of our former selves.

We thought we would be fused together in one

fabulous flight of physics, as substantial as the sun  …

the flash melted our eyes

and we exploded

and vaporised.