Your voice over the wires came leaping
No matter what went wrong, you always had a cure.
Like a white shocking wire, when you smile
My least heart-beat becomes less.
Your kiss was a distinct brittle,
Yours, the preposterous colour unbeheld
Mine, the unbought contemptuous intent.
And then we are I and you,
You, the poems I do not write
Since all good things come to an end.
Be it not seen in either of our eyes
That we are one jot of former love retain.
Floating in a haze of this Nirvana love,
I'm free into the beauty of the truth;
You not mine and neither I yours,
Proving to my heart that love is so and so...
