Our stacked bones
Build a bonfire
The way that books might;
Tangled spines
And melted lines,
An improvised fight
With the pages sprawled.
I watched
As all that careless fiction
Like confession
Self-expression
No restriction
Became vapour from the verses.
We were tender burning
With the covers unbound,
Mouth-wide yearning
In a dance
To resound
How little else mattered –
The space between us shattered
When you lay on me.