Love Is a Drug

I sleep curled up against
the floor
the floorboards are bones
that whisper there
dust and ash
and the feel of lips on
motes of dust
secrets weigh the air
between you and I
and spines naked
with the soft fall of lust
a word pressed between us
like a promise.

blue-mouthed gospels whisper in our bones
and voices curl over my skin
the sweet seductive sounds
of hollow love
and temperate mescaline

she spoons light into the darkness
spools of thread
echoing in the blackness
reaching up to tie quiet deaths
in lipless speech.
lifeless cutlery tangos in the silence
and we listen for the sound of
falling silver
on cold stone
floors.
one secret into another
one tongue
measuring the weight of a sugarless spoon
spooning light
into the darkness.