We held hands on the last night on earth
our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into leaves.
it was empty on the edge of town
but we knew everyone floated on the bottom of the river.
so we walked through the waste, where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay.
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease
in our cancer of passion, you said
"death is a midnight runner"
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
we picked up the shards, and formed them into shapes of stars
that wore like an antique dress.
echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
the few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
i rode alone.
You said, "the cinders are falling like snow"
there is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivalled beauty,
bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
of blue and grey.
strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
the sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon,
and darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward.
and somewhere in the wilderness, we found salvation
scratched into the earth like a message