The attraction is real,
sublime,
it builds to a crescendo
awash in ultimate-passions,
we bathe in each others sweat,
breathless in our lost dreams,
wondering about hope,
then we disappear
into
loathing,
the dark place,
a self-made abyss
where
nobody,
nobody ever comes,
where we cease to exist,
'till somebody kisses us again
with the same fire
we hide deep,
deep in our aching hearts,
the one that yearns for true love,
wishing it would
find us
unbroken.