Modern Romanticism

How to bleed,

How to scream,

How to hold on

Until the breath catches hold of the fire

To fan it into life's drama.

How to love

While wings catch the spark,

Thus, to leave the mark

Upon hearts that were not meant to part

Upon separate roads for the journey.

How to love

With arms that carry the weight of galaxies,

With arms that carry the thunder for our caress.

We wield knives to carve our flesh,

In love.

We breathe kisses to air made of frost,

In love.

We want pain and warmth, so along with the course

Of streaming time, streaming sighs.

We hold a breath

When captivated

To unleash it upon a firestorm, that reaches near.