What can we make
Of two faces, identical only in the light?
That are in love, like a pair of stars?
Are we ever too distanced,
And do we still love?
Did we ever despise who we were
Are we entertaining death,
When we dance?
Are we ever seeing an ending
To our romance?
Love’s wishbone, is whiter than any Reaper,
That will dance for us, upon our command,
And leap away from us.
Let us hold hands
Through this merriment,
And with a face for a face,
Kisses blue and deep, in the bliss
Of a sensation, upon love’s wishbone,
The white clouds, upon the blue background.