she climbed the stairs

 

the stars break the dark
as if words have not yet been invented

if only i could catch my breath

the steps are cold under my bare feet
my bones are melting into my skin

i have folded myself

       into the backseat
dreaming

our revolution rises
from under the covers

speaking a language we have forgotten
speaking in your voice

we sign a temporary cease fire at
4am
       and roll from the warmth
to start the day

i am a man of parts
i am a woman of words

leaving notes on the dark breakfast table
dirty dishes filling the sink

outside
the dew lifts
       fog breaking
with impossible speed

if i do not write i will die

you disappear into the morning sun
         blinding

i no longer know your name
             or face

where will i sleep when you are gone?