Our heartbeats pulse along tin can threads,
The tension creaks from plush whispers.
Yet it never snaps,
It never stops.
A gentle tether entwined in memory.
Thorned flames that dance in shared reverie.

A bond forged from iron rain,
An embrace caressed by weeping vines.
The stars bathe them in melancholy,
and the moon showers them in lullaby.

Distant shores swell with passion,
Lone sailors build their courage.
A tranquil eye sees their devotion,
Bravery rocked by fear of emotion.

Bleeding desire binds them,
Their yearning drawn taut.
Twin flames in a delicate dance.
Their longing —
Falls short.