Disease

You play with the half-lights of lonely dusks and dawns
I can see that in the shadows inside your eyes they leave behind
The wisps of your grayish thoughts like nooses of fire;
They tangle you in a thousand knots

You are slowly dying

And I am slowly opening
Like a flower in the beams of night

Everyday, you come to me like a slaughtered butterfly in the metal air
When the perfumes of spring rip you apart, you come on torn wings
And like a firefly in fire, sometimes in shimmering nights,
Tired of forgetting or remembering

And the shadows crowd like phantoms in your blood
I can feel them in your kisses, when you give away one rib at a time
From the rickety skeleton you hide beneath
Your flesh;

You are slowly dying
In the fires of autumns and nights