Cemetery Cats

The wolves were out that night—

and all of the hook laden quips
that we concocted
fell upon lips
like a hummingbird's whisper.
Then, they ignited into flames
like burning stars.

That should have been us:
beautiful ash, supernova romance
with tongue and fingers soaked in ink.

We always did find the taste of Heaven
stale, like coffee three days old.

And with that taste still lingering,
you were a walking oxymoron.
A sinner come to save
these easily swayed, glass bones
from smashing into oblivion.

I longed to taste that wild,
untamed energy beneath your skin.
Devour that dragons heart,
and tattoo love along the bruises
I begged you to leave on my arms.

[ The 7 deadly sins wrapped up
 into one nasty little Pisces. ]

You made me violent.

Names come and go,
but the race of these
rose petal hearts
wont easily be forgotten.--

As we spent our nights in graveyards,
with ghosts, in the company of
stone angels and cemetery cats-

Whispering our secrets to the dead.