There Are We

Wed in the deep

Bent to sorrow

And closed to outside blows.

Cool, crisp winter wind

Catalyst

Proposed…

Follow the trail of pain together

Winding through groaning trees–

Biting the sky

Fighting for breath

Don’t let me go.

Ever.

 

When she, yes

I am bright with smiles

Tearful in reunion,

Gambling on destiny,

Part from me, not–

In these, vows, screaming

On the air and in the shrill of night:

I love you!

I love you!

Be mine, in darkness.

We dance slow; burning,

My wife.

My only,

Until we are at the end

Holding–

On.