magoski
Always yours, until the last sound,
until the last light.
The bombs fall.
Death waits at the door.
Our bodies burn louder than the fire outside.
Your breath is my roof,
your skin my only country.
If we vanish tonight,
let it be in this trembling—
your mouth on mine,
your nails in my flesh,
your name breaking in my throat.
2 love you here, now,
is 2 make sacred what the world destroys.