Christmas came
on a Thursday in the middle of June
The snow swelled up around us
Our bodies, did it consume.
I drank the whiskey
And you drank the gin
We made love until love could be made over again
By the light of a cold Christmas Eve
I waited for you
Waited for you to leave
But you came again
And again
And again
And I wanted to close my eyes and wash you away once again
But when I looked up there you were
At the top of the moon
Or the sun
Or maybe the end of the Earth
Heaven knows I know you were not the worst
I could have
But you definitely made a mark
On me
Didn’t you, that.

A thin piece of glass
separated me
from the destiny
I was born to cross
Its reflectance beckoned me
like a piece of gold dangling from a string
Hypnotized by the light
My soul stepped through
Breathing tiny shards of crystal
My lungs coated with divine vanity

I am but a cross

My eyes crave a sun so bright
a summer for my wilted heart anew
Blinded by the rays
fires of gold piercing my skin
Burning
Melting
My arms crave a mountain
of nails and ashes to drag my weak and fragile animation of bones
Set me on fire.
To become the phoenix
a harpy of the flame
My eyes crave a sun.