They cried a savage love of kisses few,
when the tides of seas and cities changed, flowers falling about the sooted brick,
when the concrete first cracked, and
song was the only colour;
tempered by burning black, there walked
quiet despair, he of heart & soul, taken
by harsh tithe of twist and writhe.
Wired and fired amongst the amps and
ambulance ramps, he dropped, awaiting
the wane of tremor unto twitch,
his moments stopped.
Mind teased apart with every storm
'til sanity was by fingertip caught, and
sweeter grew the darkness sought;
her fingers traced the rain's run upon
the window's pain, cruel its clarity
denying touch, to see but not to reach
the frantic and the calm of a drowning man;
only the static hiss of vinyl, the click
in the groove final, turning in eternal end,
where a savage love tore all apart.