*I was a false prophet in an unknown land.
Things used to be better,
With my hand in your hand
I fell asleep on the typewriter and wrote this poem while I dreamed*
Sprites dancing across my eyelids,
We made a game of nervous glances.
Touching fingertips like bits of flint,
We ignited fire in our voice boxes.
Screaming the sonnets of dead poets, we pronounced our love like rotting words.
*Cracked, marble lovers.
Tumbling together
breaking piece by piece
We drank gasoline and swallowed three lit matches
You started a scene when you kissed my dream
With your eyes glowing silver* and your eyelashes curved skyward
you talk of UFOs and astronauts
Complex and ever-changing,
I search your lips every night, looking for a sunset.
You catch stars in the corners of your smile, you are my favorite constellation.