"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 put my hands in hers,
though her skin chills
and her teeth glitter
with something
that looks like blood.
there are comets
in the early morning
for her to mouthe
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.