that night, sparks flew

the pages breathe in perfume,
as her fingertips soak through
the edges of paper, interlocking
smudged words incited to be read

               sharp stings on my tongue
               and a mouth full of blood

her lips moving softly with words
and coldness seeping from pages
as she pencils within the margins,
yet another life she had forgotten

               barren land, blood-stained skin,
               explosions hummed lifeless whispers
               i was the ashes born from despair

in the library all night long,
her fingers flicking pages and
she becomes one with the story,
her breath scattering over words

               as they carried your body away,
               i ran my tongue across the edge
               of the knife you once gripped,
               wanting to savor the last of you

the rhythm continues as she glows
her warmth into the next chapter.
outside the library, moonlight
illuminates silently from above

               a hundred years later, the first drop of
               rain, dissolved in the deserted land

through glass windows, lights fall
on her jawline, kissing into colors
of last lines in poetry as moonlight
slowly shifts onto her bare clavicle

               blurred visions in a haze, the rain
               broke into rivers of torment, cut
               through worlds chasing after you

elixir from a midnight’s dream
drapes softly across her neck.
in the distance, the lilac bruises
almost look like lipstick smears

               i’ll find a way across our universe
               to flow beneath your grave,
               and blossom from your tombstone,
               roses pale as the moon at midnight

lips dipped in wine, drowning
in perfume as her fingertips
stain another page painted
of phantoms in dark red ink

               rivers became rivers of galaxies,
               i met you at the universe’s edge

slowly parting, her satin lips
breathe of venom sharply sweet,
heartbreaks the color of sunset
traced constellations on her jaw

               until every star had exploded
               into smoke clouds, this time fading,
               i fell for you in the absence of life

she sighs as she leans against
wooden bookshelves, fingernails
pulling scratches into the past,
her name darkened between words

               a galaxy spins alone like a curse.
               amidst the hollow bitterness, i was
               the stardust that turned blue
               as i drowned myself in your veins

in another life, you found me.
on an old dusty bookshelf,
read me through, once in a
lifetime, and that was enough

               missing you was more than enough