the night.

night comes

night comes exhaled in
casually flourishing in the expanse as if we acquiesced to its maturation
planting its flag among the corpses of our plans for the day, unaccomplished
and the cold
glacial, numbing wind searing across flesh and foliage
 air in your lungs like an icestorm
liquid nitrogen eventide

the night is isolation
abandonment and abated breath
a brilliant abattoir of allegiances meant only to separate us and conquer hearts
colonize your capillaries with Cimmerian shade
circumventing circulation

I poured out a little of my drink for her, it froze instantly as it hit the permafrost
exhaled into slow smoke, dancing in the lantern light
frustrated that something so inanimate could take on such life
such alluring life in this ruination and gloom
I miss you
god, I miss you
the way your teeth always backdrop for your smile
the way we interlock perfectly before dreams take us
the way you shuddershake when you climax

you left me

and I go unaccompanied into the night
with this drink and these thoughts
and this lantern
and this love

anamnesis.

as a general rule, I outline their bodies on my bed before we get at it
impersonation and transference
you never had a chance baby, she's taken up residence in my cells
like celestial shorelines and my decaying, elliptical orbit washing you up on the sand
you smell like saltwater and solace
my arms around you,
it feels like abated atom bombs
like we just stopped the world from ending and apocalypse is in purgatory,
The Devil is in bullet-time,
and we just wanna make love.
not monomania, just my heart and yours.
I told myself I don't have to get high to write
I just have to let myself get captivated once more
like pushing myself off a never-ending staircase
I just keep falling,
my perspective is ruined,
if only I wasn't one huge nerve ending.

I'm convinced my entire career in the arts of affection has been an extreme case of somnambulism.