At once reality, his matter found
Blue eyes arrested by the lighted set
Behind those ****** pieces, cyc, and sound
And heart’s threshold, at its suff’ring surfeit
A dazzling sun's ray of magenta silk
Rippled, suspend, to black cascading down
Obscured surreal faces of Love’s own ilk
Two silhouettes collude don one pink crown
In a scene effulgent, swelling refrain
Whole being exposed and seen from afars
The artifice washed bare, cleansed once again
Pretty in pink with lovely, lovely scars
One arm outstretched, clasped her aura’d waist tight
Falling like dead stars, tears bathed in pink light