by Nick Gisburne
Perhaps this is the nothing we desire,
The emptiness of love we’ll never need,
But if we fall, forgotten, into fire,
At least the flames will burn what cannot bleed.
We never will be, never were, the same.
The contrast makes us all of what we are,
Two predators, impossible to tame,
Two points of passion, bursting from a star.
No souls could seem more opposite than we,
But every coin must share another side.
Together, let us climb tomorrow’s tree,
To look upon the love we have, but hide.
And if we cling to any doubt at all,
Let both of us, but not together, fall.
