The silent crushing

Image by Tapani Hellman (Pixabay)

Dark years dragged by, and still,
In night’s slack tide, bound them together,
To blood, to this mellifluous moment.
Of gossamer, her breath hanging on a wispy frame
Swirled and gathered into cumulonimbi above.
And without sighs falling,
Lingering in long-hidden hollows;
She wavered, and he,
The darkness called up to them, two
Lovers in the silent crushing. Two lost hearts,
Four trembling hands, and four quivering lips,
Breaching the once-solid wall between worlds
Shattering time’s continuity: forever became just
An arrow, oh-so misguided, yet flying true.

This piece is part of the Cleave Chain collaboration on Chalkboard.