Joshua & I, July 2007, Portugalwe met in a magical realm
nestled in between the fabric of worlds,
we looked into the eyes of truth,
inspired and activated mirrors,
with hands gently exploring
a depth that had long since seen light.
Casting off our clothes, our skin, our doubts
we leapt into an undulating universo parallelo
tracing the thread of our connection,
fragile as a spider's web,
through illusory echoes of time and space,
memories of a dreamy you and a dreamy me,
intertwined in ecstatic embrace.
We drew vivid pictures, alive and screaming
with the elaborate alphabet of our love,
licking our own wounds
with the healing saliva of promise,
of faith, hope, and fairy tale.
we believed in love,
and in our hearts
we sacrificed everything
to taste that truth once more.
and now,
the fears, the doubts we chose to ignore
fill the awkward space between us,
out of the depths of our hearts,
into a shallow, murky space
of frustration and disappointment,
hoards of moscas hovering above
the death of our dream.
By no fault of our own,
this love is not enough for us,
our dream has not the strength to carry
the weight of our now heavy hearts,
nor the burden of our past.
Bound by circumstance,
without a thread to follow,
how we will escape this cruel twist of faith?
