two flames | poem

Woke up with your teeth

lodged in my shoulder and wondered if my aura

sticks to the roof of your mouth - azure wax spilling

down lips and organs, between
joints and nerves. My mind is a charred wick,
crumbling.

Woke up with flakes of ash

on my sleeve, exhausted from thinking
deeper than I can breathe. My body is wax, hardening
to your shape. But

when the flame falls, smoke spurts
like blood

and I crack.