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 and bleeding dark into the leaves
It was empty on the edge of town but, we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river
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 wedding dress
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 my ticket wasn't good for two
There is poetry in despair and we sang with unrivaled beauty
The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the 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
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