These words

Your dark eyes
Have been inside me for a thousand years
Like the water through my skin
My blood through this and these salts combined

Divinity starts with the first embrace
And Hearts meet with but bones apart
We are tissue thin between
Swimming within our own dark drops
Of this great ocean
Our lottery composition

We fragments of sun
And these mortal arches
Supporting sky crashing in and
Squeezing us deeper down into
Polyrythmic despair

Holding court in this small way
Our fragile grip upon sliding beauty
Layering our lives with the skins of memory
Our painful recipes stewing
We hope for a gentle end to all our beginnings
And all that we defend