Kissed into smoke

 

You leaned in— 
not like a question, 
but like air that already knew how to burn. 
 
The night split open 
in the hollow of your breath, 
your lips spelling ruins 
against the fragile script of my nape. 
 
We didn't speak— 
only smoldered, 
mouths tasting ash 
and nectar 
in the same slow syllable. 
 
Outside, the city 
forgot its name. 
Inside me, 
a cathedral of flame. 
 
I lit up 
in the soft destruction of your touch, 
kissed into smoke— 
no longer mine, 
no longer whole, but holy in your exhale. 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OLN #387. Thank you for your kind comments and visits.

In the House of Forgotten Fates

 

The wind paused without warning. 

 A glass fell, unshattered. 

 She glanced, 

 and room was no longer hers. 

 Clouds folded into themselves. 

 Voices stopped mid-sentence. 

 What was certain dissolved. 

 A bird flew backward, 

 nothing broke, yet nothing held. 

 A quiet turn, 

 and all was different. 

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille #227. Thank you for your kind comments and visits.