Work Text:
Asking the when of us ー capture
a smoking city, azureus. In one second,
like a levee for light, you caught lightning
for me. I recognize
the welt of I love you. Sting the eyes
and prick the lungs. I can’t breathe
anymore. For me, for me, for me. A terrible
parrot I would make. Sugared lemons
and wild jasmine tea, you once asked for seconds.
And give me that speck of time. I run to
cover your chest. Exit wound. Like some play
where lightning is a trick of light or blue cloth, not the break
of skin I stop. Looking at your new scar, that shape ー
I now know why stars burn. How could any sky
live without fire? I find I can’t sleep
in storms anymore. You dry the night.