Starcrossed

Sleep is only an attempt to climb back into

The mirror of yesterday

Shattered and dancing drunk across my memory

Still clinging to the gentle violence

Of your pillars of flesh

Filling my ache

With amber and embers and smoldering cedar

Being in your body is climbing into the dream of a life I once lived

Where the sky was always crystal

And the sun beamed as if brand new on the fertile bank of my skin

Where the moon was a pillow for the heart of my heaviest dreams

Being in your body

Is remembering the melody to a song I once sang

In the quiet hours of dusk as the broken pieces of my soul took flight

Until they found the fragments of you in the ether

A magnetic tether pulling me through fields of stardust and waves of gaseous fumes

To this moment

Now

Our mouths colliding

Our skin remembering

Our hearts

Raw

Honeyed

Violet and bloodied

Yet perfectly held

Fitting together like two shards of the same broken mirror

I woke no more sober in your absence than I was dancing in the dream of your skin

Humming a song I’ve always known but can’t recall hearing anywhere other

Than the inside

Of your ribs