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i built a fortress around your body

when i realized that's all it was

i spent years asleep in a cold desert

waiting to be awoken

waiting for your moments of clarity

those sweet miniscule pieces of time that stretched on and on that i took in like oxygen, like opium

i started to fall out of love on september 18th,

all morning i stared at how the lights made rainbows on the

motel floor

i wanted to chain-

smoke cigarettes all day and watch

those diamonds dance

while our love rotted away, unseen

in the corner of the room

my sanctuary now a crime scene

though there was no blood from the kinds of things that were murdered here

those colors the only thing left in your wake,

the only truly beautiful thing left