Your breath. Moist and pure.

quivers smoke from. the day it all. began.

Your lips

bloom petals. Where the weeds tangle between the touch.

This is where the splintered evenings. sliced in two.

your bones lie bare. hungry for a skin. souls bend

while the room lays.

dark. in the belly of the blackness.

in a sea of

moonlight. creeps through the window

showering shadows  

that burn in the

night.