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
