implosion of tactile delight,
so the madness returns,
embraced warmly, without a fight.
sifting through a catalogue of feeling,
none seem to ring true
which is why when the sky is falling
i long all the more for you.
but the clouds roam high, and shall not tumble
nor will they shatter, and into the void crumble
so walk with me, and let us two see
just how tremendously foolish love can be.