Modern Romanticism

Form the lands to conjoin

Themselves, like two hands that conjoin

Themselves, like the sands that conjoin

As the ocean’s bottom to the shore.

Like something soft, for something solid,

Like a sheath or some strip of cloth

Encompassing a dagger.

We laugh like Madman and Madwoman,

We dance like Bachelor and Maiden,

We sow each other together

Like tailor and seamstress.

Hysterical, now

In our frenzied motions,

And beautiful,

In ways we expose our light.