Modern Romanticism

Coming closer,
always yearning
for what I
kept imagining
to be everything
we revealed,
when we shed,
when we danced.

Life stays itself
under its stars,
burned into diamonds.
Moments repeat
their undue necessity
to keep me swimming
through eternity.

I wanted to do more
than to blanket your form
in a cloak, to surround
your marble shape.

I've bled dry
a heart, I've resigned
to the leech of love,
while rinsing my hands
in your charity.

If I could go
into that hole,
with you, to be unified
in the safety of what
is forever petrified,
I'll be red, again,
I'll be whole, again.

I'll be what I cannot be
without you,
to accompany me.