You and me, swinging on a pendulum of love…
You and me, exploring the world in all its hues and colours, stopping for a coffee break or two…
You and me, exploring this keenly wrought sense of self…
You and me, caught in a sweet riot of tastes, licking ice-cream off our plates…
You and me, trapped in the maze of colours, stopping to tap into each one with brushstrokes wide and neat…
You and me, achingly beguiling, haunting the colours of lust…
You and me, moving to the beats of our own drum…
You and me, croaking in the song at dust…
You and me, wondering at the vast, howling churn of the universe swallowing up and forgetting one lonely soul, like it will someday do to us…
You and me, grasping at the potential for horror—both banal and gothic—lurking in everyday technology, in the ways we use it to both connect and detach.
You and me, earthy, aching, sweetly convulsing…
You and me, swinging in the end, toppling into the abyss.
You and me, naïve and young, ferreting out strokes of eternity….