Perfume Pollution

You were my vision when lines were blurred
as I became more frozen and less seen
in this ice-crystal fog that made me cold.
Short-sightedly, I now leave the lights on,
desperately hoping that global warming
will change my world, rise the oceans
and wash away this no man's island home
that we have so blindly built between us.

I'm not looking for the moral high ground,
drown me in ignorance and let me believe
what we have is beautiful and sustainable.
Let me warm my heart inside of a narrative
that supersedes one's faith over knowledge
and where a flood can rescue my humanity
by devastating all life's ruins as we know it,
cleansing love and its past, to see a future.

You are perfume pollution; intoxicating me
with the very essence of your sweet scent
that welcomes in the impurity that follows.
I swim to you, through chemical reactions
and saturate my lungs with your familiarity
'til our sunken-earth quakes into a tsunami,
ending all but us in this unnatural disaster
so that we will rise from our extinction.