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.