She Moves Her Hand Towards Her Lover
Smooth scales
and soft hide.

Deep inside
a restless tide.

In my room at night
I taste your light.

Incandescent anger.
You would be perfecti.

No confusion now,
no agony of loss.

We draw ourselves up,
we leave behind the dross.

In ecstasy together
we soar though void.

‘Twixt glowing orbs,
the trembling heart of stars.

Shake this crown to dust,
the empire finally dead.

Now humanity can join us
past the Age of the Lead.