Contemplations of a Disturbed Soul

VII

They watched.

They drowned in the souls of the other's eyes.

And longed to drink the numbed joy-

Flowing out of their irises-

As rivers of salt.

He reached and felt and reached and fell,

And she did too.

Each was a polished, deeply cracked glass.

And each reflected the other-

In body and mind.

They closed in; lips parted in awe and impossibilities,

And the winds of the silent night escaped-

Just as their lips sealed. They embraced.

Pure and unblemished. As they were born.

As they died when the gales ripped away all shame,

And the seas broke their chant to the stars.

She broke when he kissed her.

She dissolved into millions of fires-

Warm in the cold of the night.

She escaped.

To find other hearts she could warm?

Or to find him in the deformities of time?

He broke when she kissed him.

And hardened. Stone. Loathing this demanding presence-

Of his.

Wishing that he could be air.

And she could breathe him in-

Breathe him out.

He didn't want to be the inexpressive stone he was.

He wanted to be cracked.

They wished that time slept.

And that the sky wept,

And that the stars set their lovely snare-

In the blanket of the night.

So that it could capture them and never set them apart.

They broke. And they flew.

They wished they could fade,

They wished they could stop-

This time.

This hollow yet completely fulfilling-

This night.

They wished they could stop-

Their hearts from beating so loud,

And only hear the sound the other half made-

When they touched.

And became.

And ran.

And.

They wished they could stop-

Being.

And fall into the chambers of undying love-

That the other had set for them.

They did so-

They drank themselves in-

Into the silence of the night

Into the music of time

Into

Each other.