His body written in bold,
my name underlined
splashed on the pages
were drops of white wine

Covered in sheets
once filled by another,
yet wrapped in so tightly
like he wanted no other

just like the mapped out stars
that put you to sleep at night
i hang
in all my constellations
glowing  
in the darkness

I spit in your fire
and it hungers my heat,
It boils
    and rages
      to my sugar beet.

Smothered to a flicker
when you curl
at a flame;
but fires won't light
when I'm whispering your name.

Just a memory
             of what I am
not what I'll be,

as though every breath
is leaving me.

Life through a half glass
Leaves a sweeter taste
Because if I'm not sober
The truth becomes estranged

Draped in all our sheets
we are the purest kind of white
When I'm tucked into your chest
just before the pouring light

The kiss upon my forehead
means a break within the truth
That we are formidably broken;
at our fall, we are uncouth