myth

no more crimson night shows for us 
the night is a dark yawn and my eyes 
don't know how to shut
the sweetness of their closing,  denied
all those honeysuckle summers haunt me
all those drunken summer dreams were a
passionate seige
we were a little piece of Heaven in a hurricane
our revival of romance was a myth

now all our friends whisper 
they think they know what killed
our heartbeat
put the perpetual pause on you and me
we thought we were building love
but we can't go back to April violets 
and sleeping by the hotel window
with the ocean for our backdrop lullaby
or holding onto one another in a special
midnight embrace
whispering
is this us ?
 
there's no escape
so when glorious sleep does arrive
we will smile as the moon twists
her knife of memory
we must be satisfied we were a poem 
in another's hand for a little while