A soft blue light erases my memory,
Crosses the depths of space to reveal my suburban Elysium.
Our soft linen basin feels exquisitely isolated,
Like an undiscovered subterranean cavern, or a vast, billowing cloud,
Floating silently through the troposphere.
We talk of everything. And nothing.
Your kiss sends a surging current right through me.
I kiss you back and I drink in your beauty, as if this were my last
moment on Earth.
