I meet her while she slept
under the dreams of a moon
on the other side of my imagination
and in a city where the trees
spoke to the breeze
in a languague I was unfamiliar with
and her skin moved like silk
and snake and wrapped around me
in places of marrow and soul
and heart and pain
and I felt every inch of me
slide willing inside the beauty
of the ever changing color
of her eyes and hair and skin
and I heard a distant song
in whispers and moans
echoing from the soft lips
that were the same hue
and shape of her smile
and reverberated in the sound
of wet kisses drowning
with the taste of the sea
and the storm of flames
in which forgotten gods
and demons created
the nameless emotion
of being completely consumed
by all of sin and lust and love
when flesh and soul danced
under sheets of starless night
and within furnace
of blood forged fire
and I was devoured
by all that she was
and could be and had been
all the beauty of her pain
and all the horrors of her love
all the soft spots
and sharp edges
of all the hearts
she had lost and held
and given
and watched break and shatter
and beat and spit and shine
and tremble and quiver
and shrink and burn
and turn to ash
and rise and beat
and love again
and I feel asleep to the sound
of her breath singing songs
to the trees in words
I did not know
yet understood
as they wrapped around my heart
in the shape of love
under the dreams of the moon
where she slept