Modern Romanticism

Don’t deny
what we’ve long
been longing for,
while surrendering
to the dust,
when there was no one
to recolor the rust.

Don’t betray
your heart,
when it’s beating
for a reason you know
is something
we both won’t let go.

Admit it.
We’ll commit it,
in all that comes
afterwards.

Love is a dance
we’ll dance with,
expelling up to skies
rain’s reversal.

It wasn’t anything more
than a single kiss
that confirms this.

We were living on
for no less than a brief,
marveling second.

Now we’re here,
making certain
that love runs
as the heat
of our branching veins,
to clean all tragedy
from our hands.