Pompeii
i keep falling in love with
lost cities shaped like women.
i keep waking up
in Pompeii,
(love begun as the decay of sentience
finds an end in sentient decay)
we love the daughters
of downed power lines
-they kiss like an electric fence
with the viscosity
of wine.
those lights ensconced in entropy
forged in the frame of our doors;
the lacework lattice of fossils
pressed into our attic floors
a pile of bone
and hell
and thought
-an exiled stone
some citadel forgot.
her morse code gaze,
her curse mode heart,
my home.
- ©Kalliope Amorphous









