By a hint of twisting souls entwined by fate,
Dark matter whispering hello,
Darklight falls into her spell,
becoming what was never believed.
In a reply to wickedness my sorrow,
love forms on my lips as wine,
tastes me she does under water,
shown beyond our own lies.
Deeply felt in shallows of pure ecstasy,
haunting each step taken in vain,
destiny calling out our passion,
pleasure found in our pain.
Lightly she whispers my name in the night,
snow so cold my face hurts from laughing,
hidden behind the reasons for knowing,
in our love where truth steps out of bounds.
Looking deep into her eyes I remember the fall,
how quickly death has sprung up into my eyes,
giving breath where life was no more,
recovering mistakes within her arms.
The way she looks into me to find me,
how I see her face in all that I see,
because she knows me and loves me the same,
in her heart is my own remembering love.
Johnny Newell
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