I swim in the river of your light,
I frame sketches from our nights
You paint the moon with our shared sorrow,
You dance with the skeletons of yesterday's tomorrows.

I taste the nectar of egos' deceit,
I, face harsh mirrors, never accepting defeat.
You, a prism bending the specter of the abyss,
You cradle the echo of love's fragile kiss.

Dance with despair, to the heartache's rhythm veer,
A murder of crows high above,
Lose the sallow sun, let the moon's face steer,
A murder of crows to the love.

I sip whispers from the chalice of your sun,
I map constellations in the labyrinth where our secrets run.
You glean solace from our spoken rift,
You thread thorns through the heart of our unified gift.

I shroud my hopes in the cloak of your opaque fears,
I find warmth in the frost-kissed valleys of your tears
You, an ember smoldering in the cathedral of despair,
You are the stormy silence, the paradox, the unanswered prayer.

And I know
That the words hurt both ways
When I speak

And I know
That the blade cuts both ways
When I swing