It was just a scratch and
you made it bleed
Into golden particles that
cried my name
In higher heels and lover vibrating
Voices.
In that you are.
In that you are my yin you are my
Yang.
you are that dark butterfly’s
Freedom.
In you I flew.
I was in Paris and you were in
My wrists nerved with false
Hoping and delirious
Writings.
I will not swallow my heartbeat
Any longer than you will
Summon our unspoken lips.
We broke silences and
Covered broken walls but
My memory danced alone
And that dark room it fell in
Just lit up in my tears.
But he was there when it almost
Happened and the mornings it
Grew out of became my night.
My forever night with rained
On shoulders.
