close your eyes
we're almost here
i'll take a breath
you can have my exhale
when you open your eyes
you'll fall through me
into dark wonderful nights
a night of us
threaded and laced
with things we love
things that matter
or seem to
but in the end
it doesn't really matter
i'd sooner live with you in hell
than never see you again
i'd sooner dine with you in squalor
than share a brilliant cuisine with myself
i need to be nothing
so you can be my everything
i don't need anything
just us
and when you opened your eyes
you nearly cried at the simple surprise
of fondue for two
but i know it could have been a diner
i know it could have been a soup kitchen
it could have been anything
as long as it was us.
