A bottle of harsh red Bridged another passage Between two vacant days Memories rose and fell With every guilty sip

The sanctuary of His morning ritual Was breached by a panic A terror of not knowing A faulty neural pathway

Stirred by early light Dream amnesia melts Me back from half-life My arm lies coldly Where it once circled

With pious intent She sought the penance Confession could grant Her sins for sackcloth Seemed a fair exchange

Tainted hands covering his face Asterion the monster Captive of the labyrinth Mourned the bloody tribute Devastated at his feet

That enforced embrace Drew us together Her pale arms folding Around my neck I close-cradled her

I’m rice-paper Before a rainstorm Meadow blessed Beauty bound But time tied