i tattoo infinity over
the pulse in my wrist, and the ink and i,
we bleed.

and it wasn't your fault,
but i dreamed the end
of the world.
we held hands while the sky was falling;
you martyred my intent, i swallowed your shrapnel
in long sweet swallows
that left us raw and unrenewed.

we made love on the rooftops,
you kissed the apocalypse
from each of my fingertips. -- don't
worry, you whispered.
you're prettier than the stars tonight.)