Sheets wear the handwriting of bodies.
The unseen knows itself.
I film the taste of darkness.
I touch myself in your eyes.
Thoughts ride thermals and become words.
I wonder at the emptiness of this fire;
this love that can eat holes in space
to become something as strange
as day and night.
I awake listening to you
the way you set my heart alight
like the dawn each morning.
I get up and walk away
with no burns visible.
