We two; creations from the faded remnants
Of this god's final thought;
You of the dark spheres;
Me of the light filled realms.
Exist in close proximity to that shared heart;
Where the life force energising all the slender
Threads of existence pump away slowly.
Through to the end of Earthly time;
Through my empty days and your unfulfilled nights;
Finally, we engage in savage synchronicity and all erupts
Into an orgasmic cataclysm as the galaxy dies screaming;
And eternity beckons for all who resisted the allure
Of this particular creator's severed heart.
Which bleeds incessantly;
A victim of your dainty touch.
A heart cut to ribbons by your merciful razor blade fingers;
As I watched transfixed in awful stupor;
Stained to my core by the deepening spread, of an ocean
Of this creator's life blood.
This black blood.