Modern Romanticism

Crowded eyes,
your concealed breath
runs with a vapor -
white, as this night
has laid out a feast
of roaring moonlight.

Golden flesh,
unclothed, while shaking
more the dust, than the
ceremonial clothes.

Our worship
has selected me,
to merge forms,
to fossilize.

Your hair runs in length,
my hands will triumph over
your velvet, smooth decor.
You've adorned yourself
in what Heaven presented,
while I build seconds
before I devour all.

Bringing us down,
to drown in an ocean
of yearning
and exhalation.

Bringing our gazes,
long with the shadows,
over each quiver
in our faces,
before our unity
grieves with morning's
highlighted traces.

Sunlight will divide
into tomorrow's moment
to stare into each other's
mutual, floating world.

We will find this again,
as long as love continues
its indomitable reign.