Un Love

these breasts of mine drift away on clouds
flickering with lightnings of first descent
cold as snow peaks with twice the echo,
where confusion and fear and uncertainty abound.

this is how our nights spend their time it seems
lonesome and lost and wondering aloud on dreams
what kind of world is thinking about themselves,
when the last refuge of the damned is divine?
oh god, divine.

i will come by tonight and check on you
more to say, if you wrap your cast around me,
my breath will draw the last trace of definite doom
along the line of our cotton sheets.