Our Droplet Ripples

Sailing the seas of life, we find ourselves adrift, carried away with no compass or map to guide our way. Our bodies, two vessels destined for collision on the jagged cliffs of the fray, ensnared by death’s velvet chains bound our amatory embrace. Shipwreck that leaves us both in the auroral abyss, lachrymose tide drops two ebb us away, but we chose not to fade. I’ll hold you sapphire sanctuary of solace, living or stuffed euphrosyne, my ensnared. Our kiss connects, waves dissolve, waxen effigy surrendering its form, boundaries blurring ravenous hunger for kisses pulled us through the thunderstorm. Beloved, promise me, you won’t let go.