Perfumes Poem by Timothy Quevedo

Do you remember when we bore in flesh? ,
You were the queen of eyes and skin,
I was just a lonely boy in flesh,
Drowning in your perfumes
I swore I could fly,
Feeling your cracked lips linger on mine,
I'd would be dead for years if I said I would rather die,
I'll rob the dead if you rob my grave,
I'll break down in volumes if you persist as a slave,
The night falls and my words fumble,
Arson in my eyes searching for morning rumble,
If you speak as loud as you can speak and speak on forever,
And I burn the rest of what we love,
I will yell until we get remembered,
Or at least quite thought of