Member Poem

The fold lifts - he's there in the mist
  And the world tumbles aside.
We come together and meet lips
  As Night's stars fill our eyes.

It's a world of two - two in the world.
  The rush - the fire of his touch
Enshroud us as a cocoon would
  And it's everything we want.

The fold suddenly lifts again -
  A secret knowledge now in its stead.
I face the garish morning sun
  With a smile - though twisted.