It takes so little,
   a gray Tuesday,
   a biting wind
     tearing dry ivies
       from these walls,
then my heart is offered
the howling loneliness
   of the world
and cries out for you.

It takes so little,
   a crimson ember,
   a thin shadow
     dancing by itself
       through Crystal spaces,
then I clutch, white knuckled,
sheets that remember
your open softness
   lifting me high
into the gentle white rush.

It takes so little,
   a divine imprint,
   a single promise
     living forever
       in Love's slow time,
then I fall hopelessly
down on trembling knees
and everything collapses
into a dark singularity
   where I cease to exist
without you.