House of a Thousand Hearts

The house of a thousand cards still stands

Within, the ghosts of the flesh

She would fall at my command

And I at hers

Transparent hands to my face

As I anxiously awaited the sensation

That never came

Her eyes ablaze with life despite

Our cool caress, I find her best in

The rain, a melody of the soft recesses

Of a hardened heart, where shadows would strain

The light, and she would shine

So beautifully

The house of a thousand cards still stands

And ever will, as I am worn breathless

By her presence, the essence of her

Drifts down beneath the skin

A touch would crack the surface

Of the ocean, and our whole world

Made of glass, shattered and pressed

Together again, a mosaic of empty bottles

And full of promise, screams under the duress

Of our love, no other could touch

What we had, stained as it was

In shades of us, who haunt the hallways

Of the heart, admiring the art

That adorns all that we are

The house of a thousand cards still stands

Testament to the brightest stars

Who burnt out in each others arms

Without regret, who died long before

We were buried, who loved every burden

We carried, 'til there was nothing left for us

But to ferry our beautifully bruised souls across

The river Styx, had we saved even a penny

Of our love for Charon, our house of a thousand cards

Would surely have fallen, had we not consumed each other

So completely, had we drawn apart, a second early

We could have shared eternity there

Instead of this infinite haunting

These close calls as we pass only walls

Apart, our hearts seeking arms

That will never again embrace

Our tongues speaking words, that memory won't allow us

To save, if we had hid one second away

Of heaven, we never would've known

The cold in our bones, from love, eternally spent

At arms length, from a touch known so well

We can never know it again.