Modern Romanticism

Spell it out,
lay it clear
on bottomless depth.

Our souls have hungered
for too long. Our eyes
have starved themselves
of sweet tears,
while we were bathed
in the shelter
of non-existence.

I want what’s wanted
by both of us,
to bury our skies
in matching,
Heavenly blue,
it means to be joined,
to soar as angels
beyond any eclipse.

Words will melt us,
vows will cradle us,
skin will renew us
as we rain our depiction
over immaculate sheets.

Find our world,
reborn, as we know it
for what it has become.
Once a storm, once a ruin,
now all we can claim,
all we will gain.