9

i wept in a dream

"i want to put my mouth

to the comet's trail

and dye my hands

in fire," she said,

and i cannot do so without you.

and i cannot do so without you.

her insistence on my presence

is why i twine my hands with hers,

though her skin chills

and her mouth glitters

with something

that looks like blood.

there are comets

in the early morning

for her to mouth

and she brings me with her

and she plunges me into fire.

everywhere my skin touches, i feel you.

every place my blood beats, you are there.

at least you are there.