Who knew such belongings?That the truest loveCould blendThe margins of lifeInto forgotten wants.

On a hill we rest,Watching virtueHold the heavens.

Love, an endless cacophonyOf hopes and dreams,Soon to suffer the ravagesOf infinite time, turningTo dust, heavenly stardust,Crumbling, engulfing, drownedIn the black hole of all there is.

We danced among deafening light,As blinding thunder buried downTo where the physical lost control,I watched you twirl, loop, spiralLike true elegance had beenYour binding wish to hold youTo this figmental holy kingdom,

Moonlight bounces tearsacross the tops of trees, switchblade shadows at ourthroats, where life’s lacerationsapproach for romance.