Revival

Swollen and distended
we shiver as one.
We swell and break
like waves against the rocks.
It isn't spoken,
isn't affirmed by tone or pitch or cleverly assembled syllables,
but we recognize the amorphous atrophy of our vestigial hearts,
So we rebel
and buffer each others abrasions,
absorbing the seismic vibrations that tremble within the void
where my flesh ends and yours begins.
We revolt lest we implode
but we sing for different,
indifferent souls.
Your subtle idiosyncrasies compliment my madness.
You are the darkness between the stars and I am defined in contrast,
but my sins seep through like blood,
staining the gauze which bandages your wounds.
Imprinted with my caustic corruption,
my signature is a script of scars
sketched across your wanton heart.
But it's only because I love you,
because I want to savor the aftertaste of the delicate words
which cross your lips
before their frailty is realized
and they fray to the wind.
I will battle the tides of time
in search of the source,
to find
the origin of your echoes that roll back to shore.