lilac wine

You showed me the bright face of your air, but

I, I've felt it shining just on your obscurest side.

A mind's borderline voice burst forth inside me.

Hopes, entwined, got held tight on both fronts.
In the dark in the light, panting and shivering
for an idea drawn in the whispers of our spirit.

I assumed I did my best, I assumed you did too,
but something used all octaves more than once.
In a split second, you were lured inside a vortex.

Shift to reverse implied your action at a midnight.

Light of abandon in a lilac wine was your trophy,

[sweet – heady – unsteady], as far as this love is…