We danced through gardens of lilac and cinnamon,
Intoxicated, unburdened, and unbowed,
Lights danced on midnight trains,
One bound north, the other headed south

I walked the weft as you tiptoed the warp,
Two threads bound together,
A collision that left a messy tangle,
Never to be undone

I opened my mouth for you,
Breath life into my dying form, I cried-
You teased me at the edges,
Flirting with the idea of my eternal fade

I fell right into the seductive trap,
Like so many flies,
To carefully constructed webs,
Left to twist in sickly summer heat

I tasted your lips,
But never felt your fangs