Venus

Venus
4am

1

Her body is too warm
for my cold, sleepless calculations.
So I join the empty space of 4am;
cigarettes burning icy thoughts
and the poison mocks me with warmth.
Memories?
Attraction; affection.
Honour.

2

‘If passion had a color
it would be copper
and I would be color blind’

3

Arms wrap around my neck,
like silk
and I feel her nipple brush against my back
then a whisper, close enough to be a scream
“if the moon had ears…”
Her voice is copper.
‘I’ve lost myself in you.’
The words fall off my lips,
and I see my potential
collapse like a dying star.