Interlude

Streetlights hanging from organic trees 

that which grow tearing the concrete floors, 

halo of hope they create in my mind 

as they fuel in flames behind an open door. 

Our passion burning out like a satellite 

tracing every motion we make, 

like a dead star over a paradise, 

torrid desires tearing our hearts at stake. 

I’m past your event horizon. 

Now I enter your endless void and wait. 

These shackles that hold me back 

are shattered through dimensions of fate. 

And I linger in you, inside of you, 

waiting for you to break in ecstasy 

and explode like a supernova; 

a chain reaction that we are bound to create. 

Northern lights light up my face, 

remnants of your magic they remind. 

Covet eyes of yours in the darkest night 

whisper to me dreams of ethereal kind. 

So, before we meld away into waking oblivion,  

before you leave me to my morning mood, 

place me between the breeze and the gust; 

between your heaving breath and the Interlude.