We met
In my late night
Fantasies. You held my hand,
And that kept me
From drowning in your deep
Blue eyes.
But waking tossed me
Back to shore.
You are once again
No more.
***
Perusal
Put your hands 
Upon my skin, and feel 
The spark that’s born 
Of touching 
Something new.
Cradle me, and gently 
Delve 
Into my hidden depths.
Find the subtle rhymes, the silent 
Rhythm.
Run your eyes 
Through every line, every curve,
Every color – paint a scene uniquely
Ours. Enter this world,
This world within the gourd.
Claim it, and together we
Shall make another thing 
Of it.
Conquer,
In all entirety
From    cover    to    cover.
***
I'd rather be the first to fall,
The first to call, "Defeat!"
I'll be the first cascading tear
That comes to douse the heat.
'Tis triumph too, that final stand
Which no one shall repeat.
For courage springs from souls that long
To fate and chances meet.
What though my heart 
Should cease to beat?
My blood won't flow in vain.
The faint and dying footfalls herald that
Of thundr'ing feet.
Apres moi, la deluge.
 
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