Let me hear her breathing through the cracks of the city neon,
let me taste the salt of tears the monsters haven’t stolen.
She sings in the tongue of frightened birds,
I answer with a heartbeat borrowed from the dark.
If love is still human, let it bleed loud enough
to drown the static in our merged veins.
Hold my hand—no, hold my throat—
keep the last vowel safe from the devouring night.