i want to burn like those cigarettes you smoke
light me up and i’ll fade to ashes
cast a silhouette of yourself onto my skin
because i want to feel your edges in the dim light
your languid movements are like a dying language
that we still remember how to speak
your body is a staircase
and i will climb
until i forget what i was running from
i need you to fight against my skin until i remember that i am whole