Crystal
It takes so little,
a gray Tuesday,
a biting wind
tearing dry ivies
from these walls,
then my heart is offered
the howling loneliness
of the world
and cries out for you.
It takes so little,
a crimson ember,
a thin shadow
dancing by itself
through Crystal spaces,
then I clutch, white knuckled,
sheets that remember
your open softness
lifting me high
into the gentle white rush.
It takes so little,
a divine imprint,
a single promise
living forever
in Love's slow time,
then I fall hopelessly
down on trembling knees
and everything collapses
into a dark singularity
where I cease to exist
without you.
