and in a moment
has more life than love ever gave him.
His heart is pounding—
and there is something in the shadows,
something more than lust,
or even love for her.
He’s defeated the god of death
and just ahead the light of the world,
shining into the cavern,
is a glimpse of their perfect future;
the only thing he doesn’t know
is what happens in-between.
Some like to say,
that love makes us who we are,
but it is for this moment of the unknown
that his veins pulse with fire.
Don’t unlock the box of secrets;
don’t peer back at the burning masses,
so we do,
and so are made of sin and salt.
We are turning.