You said my name
like it was a secret, gentle
as if your lips were on fire
the window half-open
the city murmuring
like an old cassette.
you traced shapes on my chest
you said, “this is how I remember you”
the sheets smelled
of smoke and sugar
and the moon was the color of your perfume.
come back when the air tastes like rain
when the mirror steams
and you write something on it
something I pretend not to read
just to see you smile.