hieroglyphic

would it make a difference if i attempted
to pull sweet frangipani from your eyes
so you could see without the power
of susceptible aroma implanted there
where the cusp of my skin lay hidden

within the igneous face of rock
the fossilized remains of us
would wash open
with
the color of amber

tears from a maddening sunset
a paradise lost like the last of our species
took the river to the open mouth of you

and we kissed each other home