She writes

She writes
as if she dies
with every line and word
She does not breathe at all
A corpse
dead to the world
yet wholly alive in love

She writes
as if the words are falling
tears of the moon
And the Earth opens itself
into pieces

She writes
to the one she loves
Not to the men who adored her lips
but to the man who kissed her
with his eyes, full of stars.