Lovers of desolation,
in our hearts
we yearn for obliteration.
In our most lucid, hidden fantasies,
we dance and fuck
in cities razed by fire.
In fields that once filled
the mouths of nations,
we couple in the dust,
on dry, cracked earth.
Quietly we await the apocalypse
that will ravage all life,
unmake the born,
sterilize the mother.
When the wind breathes no longer
and the oceans run dry,
sunlight bows to darkness
and with all things we die.
In this seductive absence,
I will pick up my shards of bone
and add flesh and skin and sinew
of dust and dark and emptiness.
I will seek you out my lover
and we shall dance and fuck
amongst the nothing.
HG – 2000-2005
