[This was rejected too by one journal, so I thought of putting on the blog]
In this grand scheme of things
We are but two twigs in friction
In the sweetest purchase known to man
A chemical flame of our own surrender
Nesting our bodies in each other
Sucked in by a feeling
That everything around us is immaterial.
And look love, how we float on each others skin
And drown in each others depths
Wasted like paraffin wax collecting as dew
While the universe around us disappears
And we are amplified by sensation
To the bountiful exodus of a watershed moment
Of brim transforming to spill.
