I looked at you through the city’s bruised night,
neon saints bled on your skin;
your laughter cracked the moonlight,
and the night grew teeth within.
We danced where the subway moans,
shadows braided in our hair;
time forgot its ticking bones,
left its watch hanging in the air.
I looked at you—doors blew wide,
every hallway screamed your name;
I was born, I burned, I died,
and the serpent kissed the flame.