Compassion is strongly tied to the drip of blood
As slowly both parties wound themselves to please the other
And as I lay sleepless
in the four sided realm where we mounted one another
You in my arms, smelling like the first scent of spring
Morose but full of life, weary but satisfied,
One by sight but apart upon closer inspection
Unsure of the ammunition used to slay tongue summoned monsters
Waiting to pounce the moment we split the earth and leave
Forced to bear the thirst til the day our soils grow forgetful
Concious that a grain is missing
But content enough that it not entertain its longing

Your hands bring warmth for as long as I could remember
Even now when the chasm grew more and more unreachable by light
As if it knew the moment we part today, is lost and can never be found again
Took matters into its own and gluttonously eats infinitely

To part without love does me justice
To have lost you to one who shares your soul
One who ignites the light in your eyes
and perhaps only in love can the absence of stolen objects
be filled as if they never left