how everything had a name in the tender white light
fracturing over our pliant limbs, tangled
against car seats saturated with smoke,
silence calcifying in the negative space of our ribs.
how the milk-washed moon,
sunken into the shuttered eye of august heat, stretched
slow over our fingers like taffy,
stripping our nails to crescent flakes of rust.
how you tucked a prayer beneath the flap of my cornea
as lighting splintered over our sloping shoulders
like an impulse of God, and all we could be were bodies,
ephemeral, slack-jaw hunger teething into our spines,
dried rinds crushed between our thighs
like every last confession.
i ran my hands over the recesses of your flesh
like the bare-boned teeth of a key, the worn beads of a rosary
and we thrashed against the steering wheel, heretical -
twin blades of falling shadow, mangled ribbons of warmth -
like we could slip past our skin,
fold into the maw of night.
how i pinned your wings to the furrows of your back,
dug my fingers into your cranium and pulled.
your head, haloed with brittle black water;
your name falling to its knees in my throat,