Black feathers on the floor, moonlight at the seam, I held you for a second and ruined half the room. The mirror fell to pieces, the curtains lost the fight, I meant to kiss you softly, then I broke the night. Oh dear, my dear, look what you make of me. I was elegant and ancient, now I’m laughing in debris. The bed was weak, my darling, the room could not compete. You smiled against my shoulder, and I forgot my teeth. You should have been frightened, you should have cursed my name, but you lay there glowing like wreckage was a game. Your hair was full of feathers, my hands were full of you, and for one stolen moment I let the old world lose. I have cracked marble, I have frightened kings, but nothing ever shook me like your hand beneath my wings. So let them call me danger, let them call me beast. I will guard your laughter like my final feast. Oh dear, my dear, look what you make of me. I was made of silence, now I’m singing in debris. The bed was weak, my darling, but you were brave and sweet. You smiled against my shoulder, and I forgot my teeth. If forever starts in feathers, with a room we could not save, then take my hand, my dear— we’ll make beauty from the grave.
