Shoot it if it rhymes

Fire

I smooth down the sheets

easing the wrinkles of our love

feeling the dampness on my fingertips

and making me think about you.

You, with your

salty hairs and shaky voice

crooked eyebrows and quick skin.

Anguish builds on the clouds

rain collects within my eyelids

and fire, it spreads into the room.

Fire that makes stolen kisses seem like twilight drizzles

cools raging storms

lights damp gorges with desire

and drips lightning with twilight.

I feel your pulse on my shoulder-blades

your heartbeats on my breast

and your salt on my brow.

Alone, I look out at the stars

and your voice breaks into the room.