phoenixes and coffee

The night becomes increasingly foreign

There's a new sense of fellowship in morning

When the sky drowns itself in sheets
Of red coal and heliotrope.

I've become a member of limited invite

one of few who can accept
that the best kinds of tenderness
last only briefly

And Even all the way across this vast city

I can feel when your thoughts turn.

Making a bittersweet fracture

In my otherwise perfect day.

The bruises your ink stained fingertips

Traced along the lines of my rib cage

They begin to darken and ache

And that feeling tinges my world 

Turns it the color you made me see

Though only for a moment

Increasingly Shorter

Before I breath out

And remember to forget.