when

if I stopped from dissolving
on the second rung out from the sun
would you tenderly embrace my isolation,
my vain attempt to hold on to moments
stolen second handed? would you yourself
tack your disobedience through your spine
unto the backdrop of the universe, only to
accompany me in the lyrics of a love song
that the context has long since been lost from?

Had we spent ten more minutes lying on the hillside
under the summer sky in silence, instead of hypno
tizing one another in the lust driven rhythm drummed
in the legs of the crickets, would we have saved some
of our song for the heavy subtle of the following days
broken dawn?

Despite the iron clad intuition of our ballad
to imploded stars, suspicion sneaks past slither
into the gallop of sensing something beyond romance.
And the aesthetic kills me darling, there is no each
other where love calls home. Every note that I have
tickled to excitement; under the letter of your name,
is the fossil of a plastic species that became extinct
after exhausting its resources of impatience.