Night of Insomniac Love

Night approached us, with a full moon. I began to cry, and you to laugh. Your contempt was a god, and my whinings, a chain of doves and minutes. Night left us. Crystal of pain you wept for distant depths. My sadness was a cluster of agonies, over your fragile heart of sand. Morning joined us on the bed, our mouths placed over the frozen jet of a blood, without end, that was shed. And the sun shone through the closed balcony, and the coral of life opened its branch, over my shrouded heart.