Still

Once she brought herself,

gave herself to him.

He brought and gave himself

to her in love.

They sacrificed,

for love.

Beyond the violet rocks

bluish-purple bell-shaped waves 

blossomed on the beach.

The grapes on the vine 

smelled of ice-blue sea salt.

On this seamoaning slope 

the tipping cup of sun 

lipped amber from the gold. 

Thirsting for a slow sip 

of shimmering honey wine,

their souls slowed the seconds down.

Now they hide their faces

from each other.

They are exiles.

Their love is now

reduced to carbon black,

a burnt offering.

The altar they made

sheds icy tears

on their burning souls.

They missed the silent calls
the heart makes 
from the edge of the universe.
Still.