Hollow calcium matrixes entwined,
serpentine wrapped amongst each other,
a fatal embrace for the ages,
enshrined in a volcanic wave.

Sifting sands and troweling holes,
bites at a time, small snippets and hints,
shadows fall straight down
as clock hands point straight up.

Sweat dripping, miniature drops of mud,
as my shadows begins to move east
slowly but surely, I don't want to waste a minute
because what's left, may finish the story.

The minerals and silicate speak,
a clink of metal on metal, excites,
a golden ring glows brightly,
reflecting against the white and brown.

I realize the truth of the scene,
empty hollows still stare into others,
as the last few minutes of daylight burn,
I realize that that theirs was true.

Even the eons and ash,
could not destroy theirs,
the couples bones tell the story,
of true love at Pompeii.