The Relapse - Ashley Polley

 I swallowed your sword,
swam through your sweat,
and at the stars: the freckles
between your shoulder blades.

We were reincarnated.  The proof
for our skeptics?  Our silver sutures
punctured the light.  Scissors
that danced in the sun.

My skin was a map; raised bumps
like Braille.  You always knew
the way to shattered teeth
and glass appendages.

And then you went; the sinking
of my moon.  Your moans
I could hear across the desert.
The ones we used to rule.

I blew away the ashes
of your hair.  And soon collapsed
under your palms,
moaning like thunder.