Poem – “Our Catastrophic Sorrow” – Love Poetry – 3/20/2021

Starving
Upon the twigs of the moon,
Dropped from unseen birds,
Fed to our mouths
As fading colors,
Hearing
What signs are given
To the ache of dual hearts
Clashing in Hellish Heaven.

We used to kiss
In empathetic intertwine.
Though, with the faces that see distance
Too familiar in the arid night’s air,
We kiss
Only to find tears more consumable,
To grow ill upon our mourning.

Unstable,
In arms,
As we speak to God
Prayers for our dead selves,
Sharing caresses
In the dust,
Fading our moments into appetite.

We end up
Waking to find our hearts crucified,
Nailed near the other
As neither found paradise.