Where has my passion gone?

Has it been carried off by some

Lonely driver in a line of fluorescent light?



Has it been blurred together

In ribboned patterns on the night?



Along the stretch of some unnamed plane

We began again



I saw in your face that

We're the same when we began again



A multiverse of fuchsia

And violet surrenders to blackness now



My world closes its eyes to

Sex and laughter