Supine

Supine —
 And scrolled along the floor
 A child's attempt at calligraphy
 You are an art form
 Beside yourself
 And the space parallel
 Suits you well
 Brittle and jackknifed
 All deepened corners reflect light
 And the shadows left after
 They want you
 They want you
 (Just like I do)
 The edges are lucid
 With graffiti thoughts
 Hands against your swollen mouth
 As if
 Suffocation
 Might entice you to stay
 (Stay)
 Because you can't get out
 The seduction swells
 And extends
 And it knows just how to
 Suck
 You
 In
 Diaphanous,
 Oh-what-a-trick
 Loveward bound to the stars
 Entranced by milky lights
 &
 Trembling Songs
 But you won't stop shaking
 No you won't stop shaking
 In my arms
 The emptying smile
 Of one who was full
 Can only maintain the mouth for so long
 An inhalation of light —
 The windows close
 And the candles?
 Are gone