one night he decided to blur out history in his iris and set the stars on fire for me.
a rain of ash falls from the sky, flickering moonlight.

and when he decides to glide into me, with his little silver bones.

my glassy bones tremble and crack. little cracks running to the very core.

we collide into a dull shade of china blue, condensed on a concrete wall, and hidden in the very folds of lilac bed sheets.

and we dissolve into ash.