Come now to bed before our lantern fades.
We?ll trace the light?s retreat with hands that climb
eachother?s graying skin, until the day?s
remorse is gone like wind in endless time.
We?ll glide like wine released from glass to glass
until the assonance of touch is met
with silent breath revealing life that?s passed
from light to dark, and dark to death?s regret.
The moon?s eternal glow will pause, and not
return one day. The sun will fail to catch
the moon with life, just as my flame will not
be lit by yours ? your egg?s already hatched.
But come to me my love, while we?re not old.
I?ll give myself to you, for you to hold.
