In darkness we relied on moments that seemed warm,
Yet coiling scales upon eyes must be sliced away.
In familiar regions, incessant shadows of emptiness;
Can not devour all that we have been.
Sore soles from lengthy, piercing roads
& months lost to malice, infatuation, & pride;
Seperating our true selves from the sanctity of touch.
How oft, (even in ecstatic disconnectedness,
& loving loneliness), souls still one
Are one flesh?
The jagged teeth that jut from the inner wall of gums
Bite deep, blood appears on the pillow;
Mind somehow too far from the oracle:
That is our body.
This trajectory of our lives, shrapnel from a timeless
Collision of lips.
Alas! Our body remains one, splattered to the memory