How many times I’ve seeped through ivory bed sheets,
making love to the flavor
to unmade memories
while moons sullenly sleep.
Full-wings spread beneath.
I am safe, cradled in neon
comets, exploring my own armoured body.
Here, he does not resist!
He lunges mercilessly to position,
white flags his army. What can he do?
He is near extinction and
I am a gaseous cloud awaiting creation.
His skin tastes like metal leaking from Niagara.
We create salicylic time together.
We boil the blood of every mother combined
and burst the planets into alignment.
My pale body shifts from empty to
alive, swollen with revival
I shift back to the moment,
the dark air,
the damp night…
with aching fingers I outline his heavy, warm shadow,
my galaxy multiplies by zero,
I am stillborn.