She Poem by Orchid Blue

She makes my long days feel short,
and my short days stretch into eternity.

My soul aches for her presence
the way the tides yearn for the moon,
even when the sun is burning.

She lights the stars in my tired eyes,
sets fire through my blood.
Condemned as sin by religion,
but I am already burning
blue flames, ready to blaze in hell,
as long as I can feel her heart
beating against mine
before the reaper comes.

We dance in each other's shadows,
make space in our closets
for each other's skeletons.
We promise to clean the murders in our minds,
bleach in hand,
souls unafraid of the dark.

Her skin is velvet,
her touch, electricity.
Each brush of her hand
is pure alcohol in my veins
and I am drunk,
too far gone to remember
the world still spins outside us.

When her breathing changes,
when we climb inside each other's souls,
it feels like the world could end in fire
a nuclear curse.

Let it come.
I would die in her arms,
our bones unearthed by survivors,
twined together,
vines threading through us
our souls alive
in another dimension.