Last Things

We drank the sweet red wine
which flowed like blood
between your ruby lips
we danced until the pain became hollow
and the meaning all fell away
and nothing was left
but just and you and I
and a field of brilliant stars
extending as far as they eye could see
and we looked on them
each and every one
and with one voice
the two of us said
"but these are all of me too!"
and then the universe resounded with laughter
and the ever turning of that great year
to which all gods pay homage
ripped and rent itself and tore and split itself anew
and in that moment....
(silent...you can still hear it echo....do you hear?)
we all became one once more
and the silence echoes still
in these thoughts of the memories
we now call friends.