My life had five fires

Lay me on love letters
Cover me with consonants
Cut them such as roses
Let them rot like
our bodies

When I woke up on vowels
someone stroke my sences
Your soul was sleeping
on the leftover cement
of our love story

I licked the longing of your lips
Minutes invaded eternity
My body was remodelled
by the fumbling fingers
of your love poem

My body discovered a new country
Embraced in your silent yes
A land with its own language
Words heard for the first time
Preparing our parting

Now nothing can be pronounced
Our bodies were never born
All the moments are dropped
There is only one renaissance
That of death