Looking at old school photographs, I laugh
A sad little laugh, thinking of times friction
And how it grinds life, till bit by bit
Pieces of our past ware out and disappear

--but i have realized
that i live for the ash in your eyes,
the shadows i kiss from your collarbones
the unspoken flames that dance
                                     across your skin

igniting, consuming.
between the swirling dust
and your smoky eyelashes,
i breathe you,
choke on the embers and
love every moment of it.