Wednesday, 18 November 2015

names of the night

 stars as people,
 settling like dust on the sky.
 past lovers as black holes,
 lips devouring blood
 and flesh and tendones.
 the big bang:
 names of collision in the dark,
 fingers on my spine,
 heart and heat and light
 eyes like constellations,
 always at the edge of implosion.

 the becoming of the matter:
 us, sitting
 on the collarbone of the universe,
 blood stains in the moonlight.

 blood stains that speak.

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