Ours was a love of gun smoke & closed windows
Remembered in Polaroid photos
Can you feel my breath escape?
I found constellations in my skin,
With whispers that shattered clouds
Maudlin nights of terror- dare I say Death?
And every plane ride between continents reminds me of words, of paper, of smoke
Of your smoke
And the blood that stained my page in frantic frenzy
You stained more than mere paper-
You stained lips, neck, thighs
Bleeding into heart.
We were a theory
A moment of silence
The smears of ink in between pages
Can you hear it?
It is all I hear.
In a time of dust and age and persistence
Time was dead
And so were we.