chiaroscuro

ebony scarlet weeping amber body shaking we speak the communal language look into a eyeless space hear the void singing back sweep and step a cutthroat dance grasp the neck seize the collar maybe it's time to dance we play a lovers' grief cries of pain stifled mutes are on their bridges the terror of raw emotion take flight on translucent wings and yet we end in twisted triumph sloughing through a wilderness of wildness weeping with smiles and silver plunged in our breasts love gives and takes sometimes one gives too much a harsh climax leaving two intertwined hearts mangled in the dust but love demands to be heard and so we play on an aching beauty, aching soul for playing a foreign song has never been so tragic