a necklace of clouds adorns the moon,
silken strands supporting its weight.
you are a streak of light tearing
through the sky, swallowing every
star you blot out. you store them
in your evanescent eyes, making
them a beacon on the darkest night.

your lips are cold
when they meet my lips,
and your skin
tastes of
copper and adventure.

the sun sits in the hollow
of your throat as you sway
to the music drifting through
sickly sweet air.

your feet are heavy on mine --
the tug of the ocean,
drowning me in your
metallic curves.

our quicksilver tango cuts
through the night, leaving a trail
of acidic pleasure and
elated misery.

i believed you were human
       but you have


g
  e
    a
  r
s


whirring
              instead of a heart.

your hum is soft,
mechanical,
as i teach you to dance

under midnight's glow.