Republic of two

Our wicked dreams are in that place where the horizon kisses the sky. In that time when the day begins from the embrace of the night, there is our naked sweaty love. Where rays are being made, there we crave in a burning lust. In the magic of the pale moon glow our desires are born. Our enchanting future lies in the kingdom of what’s undreamed. In the depth of your womb, our lives meet and merge into new beginnings, brave new worlds created solely from the fabric of us. With the strength of all I have, even in the weight of my thoughts, I protect. These faces may grow old, but our souls may burn with the consistency of this ember of our youth. 

Here, on the rampart of the republic that is us…