Worlds Apart

Like two hungry wanderers, We met. I, from the direction You were set. I was cupping a story And all you had was beauty. I poured my powdery story On your breast And then on your head. With my tongue, I drummed On your tympanum Till you danced the dance Which carried to the distance The thump… thump… thump Of our leathery hearts. Briskly, briskly till they split. Now, riven Forever by too much passion. The miasma of stillborn feelings Hangs on within like an undying warble To garnish our memories. For it was such bloody ambrosia That stripped us Absolutely of all: Garments, flesh, and bones; Heart, mind and spirit.