Night bloom

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.