Swallowed by the possibility

an awakening

I can't deny.

they say you might fall

...and what if we fly?

The requited radiance between,

pulsing and heavy.

Undeniably enigmatic

a twin flame, it seems

excruciatingly magnetic.

This momentum

will crumble the csatles we've built.

Casualties of love and war

destruction by guilt,

of which, there is 

no armor.

In the end,

the moon will give way.

Cave to the light.

We will begin.

The sun will warm our backs,

reaching arms around my shoulders

to turn and face

this falling boulder.

The calamity of intimacy.