Red hearted, white limbed fervor
an encapsulation of a dream
a culmination of a purpose
a tryst in elysium, heaven seen
Intertwined and bound together
embalmed and rooted two as one
an extrapolation of the individual
codependent, a single sum
The great promise made and broken
to desire, to love and lust as one
The fragile convention of the moment
in mocking desire of what is done
Re-evaluation once invested
can open wounds of virulent hue
hewn in flesh and deeply buried
attacking bone, muscle, each sinew
When we find the final answer
discover the who of what we are
It’s too late, the key is rusted
the locks changed, the owner far
We must carry on regardless
Make the best of who we were
Set adrift or bound together
Joy, distress, it is who we are
