Shall we learn to love then,
in a distance drawing near?
Flying high, we touch as if for real,
even as we're split in two again.
Hunger growing, yet unsatisfied
in the flesh of our totality.

Tension growing, sparkling.
A touch of light turned to a flame
Sensations sizzling - alive and
running wild, shorting out
the bonds and bounds of
their normality.

Desire burns, the mold is cast.
Molten gold and silver running
through a maze of time and
space undone. The only question
left to ask, is what will we become...?

? Michaelette ?