Moonlight filtering in through curtains,
to paint tangles of us spilled together,
the sways of your body humming in the afterglow.

I can barely move during the stuttering frames,
frail limbs and muscles collapsed near you,
unable to leave with the cold knowledge that desire 
can make extinguished wreckage of what we both want.

Something beyond us binds two together,
promising that even though you would 
keep us stitched in fiction,
we'll regenerate through each faithful touch,

Through sparks of your eyes locked in conclusion.
the pauses between thunder and lightning combusting...

We'll close this dangerous divide.

I'm alone for now tonight, 
watching explosions drizzling unstable 
rainbows across the dark sky,
the flying, spilling colors each their 
own constellation coming undone.

I can hardly move during the strobing afterglow.

With the knowledge that my skin 
becomes a lie waiting to see you,
that we'll connect and come to believe it
will be enough to hold the coil together 
just a little while longer.

But hushed names and fluttering 
sighs know how to ink fiction.

How to calculate the way hands entwine in the dark,
vows made when we're locked in conclusion,
in the pauses between joining 
and not knowing how to let go...

We'll close this dangerous divide.