Modern Romanticism

We traced the undertaking
of our landing between
thickening fog and a dream.
We outlined our forms
that were held for a brief,
burning heartbeat.

We touched, while tightening
the roots of our splendid souls,
digging into a searing universe,
desperate for a memory.

Love trailed a fading shadow
that became all the darkness
that wrapped our brittle bodies.
Collected, in the dark,
while our faces joined
under white flags.

Inside, a nail found an open wound,
while outside, all the cold
became warmth to be welcomed
on lips that had tasted
the other's exhalation.

While blue turned into red,
as tears melted beneath closed eyes,
we crafted a moment in a method
to drown all our tragedies
into decadent ceremony.