leftovers

subdued cloud residing in the ethers of the day,
coffee stains
dripping from my fingertips
becoming caffienated breaths
as the day seeps away,
dizzy falling
pull the covers over my bare skin
make me feel whole
as though i’ve never felt that fleeting harmony,
lost between sheets and blankets
and warm arms held close,
pull away,
this feeling must leave me soon,
i can’t keep setting fire to the ropes,
blinking through the smoke
as the knots we tied.. disintegrate,
vanish into the dark clouds of the night sky
split ends and unfinished sentences
char my throat,
cough and choke,
relenting feelings of too many thoughts wafting through my skull
makes me feel hollow
– low
slow-burn
bites the lip, consumes my words before i can speak them

dismembering embers

fading embers disperse into the night sky
a forgotten fire
in the cold light,
the ash conceals
the words strewn across
the exploded lights
of the speckled sky,
the way we read our insides
through joining the dots in the dark,
a guided imitation of our minds,
as we dance our pains and paint our sights
to bring the fire within back to life,
the cold returns,
the day winds and curls to nothingness,
this is when we come to life,
when we ignite ourselves
surrounded by the death of
what we once created,
another sum of atoms implodes,
burns through the night,
the fire inside always burns for something,
we unearth what’s buried inside
to feed the furnace,
to cast shadows,
to share our light.