He speaks in an ancient, sacred tongue

a lullaby of embers and coals

words curling off his lips like smooth

daggers of blazing fire

Warming (burning) those around him

She sees the reflection in puddles

of those in dreams from late at night

when she thinks she might have just

finally fallen asleep

their faces seep in once again

He sneaks out every night

to dance a dance with death

feet stepping down on pressure

plates with every dip and twirl

sending arrows toward his gut

She breathes in a poisonous smoke

just to breathe it out again

a constant repetition of

destruction and addiction

cradling death incarnate to her lips

He flows like water just trying

to fill the spaces in his heart

his liquid form conforming and

molding to deep gaps and holes

the ones he knows he’ll never reach

She stitches her hands together

just to call them both a canvas

writing sonnets with blood red

ink she drained straight from her heart

on palms of callous disposition