earthquakes should be named after you, i think.
your name leaves aftershocks in my bones.
there is enough electricity in your gaze
to power an entire city and i,
i look to you like a moth would a porch light,
and i do not care if i burn.

the trees shiver in their nakedness,
their branches reaching up like veins,
and the sky bleeds in colours
that make me wonder
if it thinks of you as well.