Brought to the Water

Where has my passion gone?

Has it been carried off by some lonely driver

in a line of florescent light?

Has it been blurred together

In ribboned patterns on the night?

Along the stretch of some unnamed plane

We began again

I saw in your face that

We’re the same when we began again

A multiverse of fuchsia

And violet surrenders to blackness now

My world closes its eyes to

Sex and laughter