rolling thunder in the distance,
brilliant flashes of heat and light,
the illimitable sky, your eyes,
the deep and infinite darkness.

this is all a fleeting moment.
this will be just a memory:
your hands in my hair,
my heart in your teeth,
a face in the remnants
of dreams,
perfectly mad and
furiously beautiful.

we were not born for death,
but we were born for
ecstatic rebirth.

© 2004 : Jenny Ryan