Love Poem Of A Goth Woman

I would watch the sky with you
Scan the stars for super novas
Trace castles in the clouds
Count the degrees of the sliding moon.

It will be warm with a breeze
That draws us closer.
The world will melt
All sound but our breath, stop.
Time cease.
We will be a universe born
Building empires from atoms.

We will know us
There would be no doubt.
Some primeval memory
Will wake us
Take us dreaming.
The curtain will rise
The crescendo build
We would fall spinning
In white light, then silently
Like leaves
We will fall asleep
Honored and placated.

Wishful thinking.
The truth will be stinking
Of stale alcohol.
thick black cloud
Block out the sky
you will fall unconscious and
I would say goodnight.

But I would crave
That edge of madness
That blissful fall. Deaf
blind, and dumb
Hovering in mortality.
If I am cut I will bleed your blood.

So like some bloodlust hunter
I stalk your footsteps
Paces behind you unseen
You turn to see a landscape
And me a dot, camouflage against it.
It has to be you
Hunter stalking hunter
Circling around one another.

Then suddenly
At some preordained signal
We will meet nose to nose
And begin our kill.
It could take years
Whittled until
There is no me, no you
There is an us
A rotting festering matmoss.
The doors will close
And we would be imprisoned by
Our suicidal love.

So instead I give praise to the superficial
The wine drunk flirtation
Before the taxi home.
I eat chocolate alone
And practice a passionless art

Nothing invested, nothing lost
There is no cost in loosing
A worthless treasure.
Something inferior and disposable.
Fickle and uncommitted
Uncomplicated, yet dull.

Forgive me for not responding to
Those pleading, passionate eyes.
I could not afford the trauma of your love.
For the sake of both our lives.