Time has no hands when moments are gone
The vast openness left unkind, hollow as the empty glass
I once knew the many languages to bring you here
The trace of my tongue against your desire
Was nothing more than the burgeoning colors of sunrise, sunset
Yellow, fire red
Across the womb of your flesh-like wanting
Of taste
Of elements
That I could spin a web of sanctity
Which no spending of minutes could go beyond
No prison of age, or solidity,
No inconstant between the balance of light in your eyes
And Pillars, are made from the validation of your hands
Taking gentle turns upon my skin.

I live with second eyes
Now that you have occupied me
I love with two minds
Now that your love has divided me
I look for you, in the reflection of the glass
The shape of your form, above me
Below me
Distorted embrace, as your words touch the surface of my water
My thoughts go empty, when your absent voice leaves me hollowed
The moment you are gone
Silence fills the open spaces in my mind
All I am left with is longing
When I reach back to touch the waters edge,
And find only the ghosts of light
Refractions of my love
Shattered into a thousand pieces
To make up one whole
You.