the warmth of your whisper is still in my ear

tonight
the clouds are
neither white, nor black
it’s all gray
the lavender moon breathes
quietly.

cigarettes live in the streets of
your mouth
while you dream on
in gray clouds of your smoke.

you’re a beautiful skyscraper
untouched
by the wrecking balls

a butterfly
washed in busted
fire hydrants

a dream
wrapped in pastel
baby blankets

fireflies
plugging their tiny lamps
in and out
of your eyes.

blood pumps like
gasoline
our sweat becomes fire

i crush a star
and sprinkle it in your hair

the warmth of your whisper
is still in my ear.