WHEN

 

WHEN

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
between the shadow and the soul,
with the fury of roots breaking stone.
I will bring you not flowers but storms,
lightning in my fists, thunder in my mouth,
and I will hurl myself into you until the universe burns
and we are only ash and salt and screaming stars.Tonight I can write the saddest lines,
yet even sadness is too small for this fire.
I kissed you under infinite skies
and still it was not enough;
I want to kiss you until the sky falls,
until the night splits open and spills its black blood over us.
Love is so short, forgetting impossible,
because you are branded into my bones,
a permanent wound that bleeds every time I breathe.
I lost you and the world ended,
but I keep walking through the ruins
carrying your name like a torch that consumes my hands.Come back.
Open your eyes and burn me alive.
I hunger for your sleek mouth, your wet pomegranate mouth,
I want to eat the sun off your skin.
I am the arrow, you the carnation on fire;
shoot me, burn me, tear me apart.
Let me die inside you a thousand times
until death itself grows tired of us.
Then we will rise, naked, dripping light,
and the bread will smell of bread again,
the sea will taste of salt and sex,
and the whole wounded world
will kneel, trembling,
at the altar of our bodies finally, finally joined.