an old poem rewritten
“When the stars are too tired to shine…”
Words have become the smoke that veils your mouth.
The smoke becomes a cloud in the cool air.
Our voices are only sounds.
Each becoming its own parallel monologue
Of unlocked tongues.
The clock warns us that this chapter
Is approaching the double bar line.
We kiss
skins explode with meaning.
Your footfalls are the closing sentence
Before the door closes to an exclamation point.
The lightning strikes twice and has no one to share it with.