anecdoche

It’s difficult

to develop closeness

when all this fire

is constantly pouring

out of my mouth

and eyes

my eyes burn from the

rays of you .

harrowing relief

i swim in your heat

and count my blessings on each petal .

copious amounts of love

caress my face

then smack the floor .

nails scratch at my throat

searching

hungry eyes scan the floor

grasping

the sun grows sleepy

he introduces the moon to my despondency .

stars twinkle for the dancers

if only for me

street lights flicker like a heartbeat

searching for the ones who linger .

i see you

i feel you

i smell you

the faintest familiar smell

jolting me back to life .

i want to reach out

and grab you

but i fall

a misstep

into the void of

my mind .

myself in the glass

of a cracked

mirror

for so long

that it seems i only

recognize myself

when i’m