Modern Romanticism

Crave me,

For I am craving you

To return to my broken arms.

The sky is falling

And all we are catching

Are each other’s unwanted tears.

Our lips smear

Over each other’s mouth,

Deep in the web of memory

Where life stands still,

And does not forget how it looked

When velvet contrasts from satin,

And ivory contrasts from ebony.

I quit love

Upon its death,

But, held in breaths

In a life-like void

Where darkness sinks my form

Into puddles that surround our feet,

And blood droplets create red clouds

Fallen from our kissing lips.