The bedsheets roll over,
as you pause to hover
over miles and miles of my skin,
that tangle with yours akin.

You spill the pearls of desire,
as I intently glow, like fire
that burns the dark meadows
into the forgotten shadows.

Our breaths stay still,
as the night slowly fill
the silences that once stayed.
Then stars burst all at once, a grenade.

The wind roams flirtatiously,
as we grow voraciously
high in the night, to drown
in the drunk sheets, before dawn.

The walk's difficult,
along the strings of trust,
as you almost throw me over
into the chasm of ghosted waters.
My tears assimilate into the salted
waters as the strings almost snap
with each step.

While my heart, your heart,
an apocalypse

The untimely mime ends,
with the final credits,
as the smiles and tears,
bear witness to my soul,
throughout the whole
episode.