One Month in Troy-
i.
This distance between us
is devouring my lungs.
I'm left here gasping,
trying to suture back together
all the broken nights-
the cigarette burns in my bed
Sheets.
ii.
I'm tracing love letters on my skin,
as my mouth rambles of hideous beauty
lurking in the shadows of mint leaves and roses,
where I formed my own Gods,
my own constellations
between the thorns in my
Teeth.
iii.
I swear it's you I see behind these eyelids-
wishing to see northern lights in the eyes of strangers.
There are dead leaves
sprouting from your amber spine;
you look like a Goddess standing there reading my skin
quiet and shameless, proud of the gaping hole in my
Chest.
iv.
There is a wolf lurking in my doorway;
our eyes hold breathless conversations as
dragons fly on swift wings to the tops of Glass Mountains
and secrets whisper through the stroke of my pen
into the awaiting lungs of strangers,
feeding them with words called dead
Fish.
v.
Reaching up with child-fingers,
eager to devour the sun;
your smile is the sweetest coffee poison I've ever drunk,
so infecting as I asked you to lie to me;
speaking to me in God's tongue
of watercolor skies: you
Did.