Burn me like a cigarette
To keep you warm at night
Casting a faint orange glow across your face
From that smoldering tip, breathe in all I am
A sickeningly sweet smoke
Like nicotine darling, do I make you come alive?
Twisting and writhing in the air
From phantasmal hearts, hooks
To lasso a beloved sky for you
Kiss in the cradle of the Big Dipper
To pull away again
Scatter the remains of our moment
To float up among the stars
So we might join them
An ever-freezing, suffocating space
Breathe that warmth past my lips
Finding oxygen in inhales
Of your familiar, almost floral scent
Carried through my lungs,
My blood, my chest
High off of all you are
Until we must descend once more
Car horn and the night cold
Shattering that momentary space we made for ourselves
To fall in chromatic shards
Built a mosaic of all we've had
Collide our texts and smiles
Cross our dark nights with the gentle graze of our hands
Held together by week long spans
That unite us again and again
Until it rusts over
The image beautiful even eroded
Like Atlantis, these relics
Persisting through change
So even in the darkness
I might still whisper your name
YOU ARE READING
Apostrophe
PoetryA collection of poems I write for fun, shared with all of you. Not really a lot to explain.
