Night

Night.

Flame from a sleek white candle
of subtle intensity.
with heat from raptures of the insides

penetrated
into the room,
running with feet of famished boar.

A rapid shoot-outs
of
Unquenchable blaze.

Papered walls sewn in gray smoke.
Couch stitched in ashes
Cream floor powdered in soot.

The walls
between us


crumbled.

We stood in mirrors.

Myself in that crystalline salt
fell
like
a
debris

in your eye.

You
could not stand in that growing flame

You
dialed the fighter.

All at once,
it rained.

And we cuddled smoke.