A cooling zephyr blew across
  Union Hill and twisted and turned
Until it was caught in a dream,
  Tangled in ribbons of reflective light...

Light that was amplified by her
  Grace and cerulean eyes,
Like burning cobalt
  In an eventide sky.

The profound depth of her mere
  Being was enough to hold me
Down, something gravity
  Could ne'er do.

As I looked behind her
  Bright stained glass windows,
I witnessed every beautiful
  Objectification.

Sometimes, I swear I could hear the
  Song of myself ringing in her tears,
Dying in love in those cries
  With nothing more than a sweet embrace.

I began to feel a foreboding
  Sense of impending happiness
Dwelling among the empty chambers
  Of my restless mind as though it were...

A ghost...
  Haunting my soul at its very apex,
Flooding my arteries with
  Love's summer venom...

Sweet like her sugarcane
  Kisses...
Warm to the evanescent touch,
  Yet cold to the efflorescent taste.

Oh, how light flowed
  Forth from her tender fingertips,
The same fingertips that touched
  My face at midnight...

That witching hour we spent together,
  Killing each other's
Sullen loneliness until
  Time and white silence lulled us to sleep.

By every passing moment in the
  Sensuous manifest we call
Romance, the light cuts me
  Deeper with its rusty blade...

And disarms my final breath...
  "No more, no more",
And forevermore.

I fall weary in my crimson tide
  As she draws me near and nigh
With her soft spoken words
  And enamored sigh.

I am drowning in her August Light but
  My Bleeding Heart bleeds for hers, every night.