Another Song of Love

Another Song of Love


you stepped
into the laboratory

you shook the vial of love

you heard
the noise of roses
struggling in your fists

angel
of sex and sound
you waited for the earth to turn lemon,

my poem
fell on your skin
and you were lost almost forever,

forever you are traced
in the digital memory
of thieves;

acid girl,
your sweat
stains the folklore
of my forgetful land,

and whispers secret corridors
to thieves

when they raid
the museum of magic,
with only the weapon of sound,

tonight.