consummation

there was a spark as you shifted hard against the flint of my skin
and then it caught, small at first then flaming as it consumed the fuel

my bones, my hair, my soul

the conflagration shone bright against the dark of night
as the moon lay hidden on the other side of the sun

hiding from the uncouth ruminations of civilization

the melting of you into me was so beautiful
onlookers had to turn away to prevent blindness

the kind that erases the vision of the soul

no one wanted to assume the role of empty shell
wandering through the hours as a lost white rabbit

eventually the fire flickered and died out

as you turned away, covered your dermal bruises
the eyes of others looking away, awaiting their judgement moment

in the cold unseeing black, there was yet something lovely

like a flower on the cusp of fading into decay
you placed your palms on either side of your legs

the killing words spoken, the last breath bestowed

you wrenched yourself into the night, shears in tow
from where you had cut the blossom from the stem, irrevocable