here’s a confession: I would shatter a mirror and chew 

the shards if that helps you see the image of me 

multiplied I would tape a bomb to my bed frame

wear the shrapnel like a garland around my neck

lick the blood lick the gut lick the dust clean practice 

what being demolished by your love feels I would 

mix soap and water make my eyes drink the lather 

to summon once again the burning that fuses 

my veins into a gunmetal gray every time I catch

your eyes from across the room I would tear the air 

apart so that our bodies become one so that all we have 

got is each other to hold onto so take me and light me

as a candle in the blackout past midnight and I’ll swallow 

and spit back out the dripping wax to light myself 

again when held near the wick of your lips so that even if 

I wake up next to you with all my marrow forming a puddle

on the floor my bones will die knowing that it was not 

the obsession that killed but your touch instead