Emergency Room

[luceluna]

You were almost inconceivable.

Standing, blinded against pillars of light,
Your breath encapsulated expanses; tentatively
Burning stars.
Your lips were set, flushed,
like water.
Small, lingering stoically,
You trembled as I did, inhaling confession and snow.
Dazed,
We made plans. I touched
A warm rock, poised, echoing our oneness.

Luminous, a room grew, and your perfect sighs shrank.
Fever racked your body:
Your deftly unblemished skin;
Your simple, alive pores.
A scientist cried for your incubation
And I fled,
My pupils fluorescing as fish scales,
For medication, to hold your flesh (its
fragile gust of cumulous.)

Your eyes were inside me, milky.
I wept for you, nakedness
Licking sinew, panting like a wolf.

I dragged in a square, crashed leaden
To nothing, then back, fleetingly,
To the high greyness where you lay.

You died as I reached for sustenance
For us: our bubble of two bodies,
Pressed against life, smooth as poppies.

Inadequacies slaughtered my inner dove  a sheaf of
bloody feathers.

Nothing stirred as I fell,
Hand on you as they brought your corpse down.
I held our secret inside;
My soul crumpled around the memory of your heaven.

Your blood lay still, inches from me.
I maddened and screamed for your dark angel,
And knew I was alone.