you were asleep in the sunlight | poetry

There are cities between your bones, 

not exoskeletons of civilisations overrun by demons. 

There aren’t ruins, but towers of gold, and domes of ivory, 

so tall and strong against the winds of your uneven breaths.

There is a light seeping from the hollows of your chest 

and there are mountains on the ridges of your spine,

and when the sun rises, 

oh darling, you look so beautiful.