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