Breathing Rapture

Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Soot and ash is stretched between
The sea and sky; these lonely islands
Kiss the buildings, black and silent.

Here my eyes bent towards the brightest
Point of light, like some great sign.
And oh! The love!
I was reminded of the time I almost died,
But didn't mind. You close your eyelids,
See the fine-cut colors that are left behind
Like flaming fingers tracing lines-
It's kind of like that.

Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Sifting through the ashes after.
We will find your life in laughter,
Oh, the black and breathing rapture.