Saw them passing in the street
on songbird wings and gliding feet,
remembered shallow morning caves
in solemn moon beamed foaming waves.
Two lovers wrapped in warm embrace,
in bodices of coral lace
and broken cares and shattered cries of mourning.
And juries floated in on by
with caressing hands strung up on high
and though they teared and though they cried
their hearts were burned across the sky.
Deadlocked stares and evening wears
locked on their minds in neuronic tears,
and gazes froze in knowing fraught
fleeing in terror from frenzied flock.
They left that cave on long behind
their embrace burned inside the mind,
and gently tortured their hearts with mourning.
And never again on did they touch
in fear that they had seen too much
and in the closet they did hide,
until the stars would force collide.