Bittersweet Genesis for Him AND Her

In the beginning we were scrambled together

mixed in a celestial bowl and hand fluffed with a feather

and the tears of bliss were not amiss

it was a good day

the second day, we created the earth

tickled in irony as we made love upon it's girth.

and to our delight, the sun gave us the stars

the creation of the moon was a miracle of light

descended from the rift in the dark star of night

my veins pulsed butter as it illuminated your thighs

on the fourth day, we felt compelled to whistle.

For how could we call the love birds to nestle

and keep us company in this world anew and fresh?

Today I paint to life, a portrait of the sacred friend, the perfect wife

in synesthesia

together we have filled the world with colored wine

but the story nears the present time

of restlessness and wake up calls

wake up!

Years have flown fast but then who's counting

the wars have been won but there's few left standing between us

and the shadows of christmas past

critically acclaimed but sadly underrated

fortune definitely favored us, but no one celebrated

our wits were splitting at their ends...

we gazed upon the city lights

we each laughed aloud one final time and agreed:

this is one thing we'll miss…

and as we held our breath and forced our will

the minutes stopped, the air was still

and minds began to unlearn their faulted ways

We blasted through the hills!

they were the first to go, and the most painful so

because we made them first when we learned to bleed

with our fingers on the seeds that sowed in the dirt

and then cried when we came in the glorious masterwork of life ending

and beginning again

we ignored the pleas of the forest and the seas

as we scorched the earth with our tears…

we burned them in fear

until there's nothing left

nothing left

nothing, nothing left

but us