Grasp and grab at me in this night,
the way you did when all the lanterns wept and died
in sudden fall, when you clutched my teardrop in your palm,
and whispered some melody to it, in language I can’t recall.

Ignite what little blood etches through my eyes,
in ribbons and waterways that seek out your face,
mapping the world that sets us apart.
Collide we must, or shall I live, cavern like you.

Of your arms and back I think, of scalings like dragons,
and smoke filled dreams rushed in fang and wing.
I’ve kept you close, in ruby form, but now you’ve faded.
How cut am I in this moment, upon your return,

You gaze at me as if I were nothing.