we are a sweltering summer nocturne,
the tinkling staccato
of fused fingers dancing to harmonies
of decaying piano key heartbeats.
our champagne stained lips
are sealed envelopes, folded over
a siren's truth that can only be sung behind closed doors.
you tuck me in, with a tender glaze of
your matchstick mouth across my cheek
and an unkept promise
made under this flammable threadbare blanket of sky
unravelling at its bursting star/ry seams.
we are suffocating saturns in the dead of night,
left entangled in icy threads
that are the only souvenirs left of a fiery love
swallowed by entwined ash-black (w)hole bodies.