Opus

Reincarnation

The year was September,
The first time you touched me.
Your lips
Scorched like a desert that stretches
Over decayed time.
Your kisses
With the fire of old cities
Hidden away in the mountains
Or under the sea,
just beyond the horizon, where the
sun never sets.
Our very own El Dorado.
For we were forgotten
But never lost.

You kissed me
like I could save you.

I dreamt of Crusades
And believed in witchcraft and the Plague
And we would weave secrets into
the intricacy of mosaic
Shattered and harmonic.
With only hymns upon our lips
Like shadows of cigarettes burnt out
With a thousand lives
Lived and lived and lived again
Till we exploded
Into a riot of perfumes.

I loved you
In every single one.
And we made history,
One breath at a time.