Arc

Because I love you, the night
disobeys its hidden God, makes
my hands immortal though they hold
the fire. We are grains of fire
crackling to ash. And while

I loved you, the moon became
a jealous eye, a jilted planet
whose beauty was extinguished
by our glowing bodies; what galaxy,
what whiteness shares our wounds?

When darkness comes to kill us,
eats the energy between our thighs,
our mouths, our eyes, a fallen star
travels across the sympathetic skies
and leaves a brilliant arc.