The Resolution Of Romance

ACT III love whispers with a knife warning appears in apparitions of absence that stir fear in their dreams a measure of what could be lost palms up with defensive wounds they embrace ACT IV they are found after wrong turns and riding on rims truth is peeled like the skin of an apple spiraling one long curve of flesh the intention was to create sculpture sufficiently lynched and swinging in syncopation to the silent doors and separate rooms hung by the resolution of romance ACT V feuilles mortes he walks through Debussy distorting impressionist waves with the swing of his arms her skin bristles at the dissonance as they murder silence cold contented scars lay around the room salved by cascading dead sheets that kiss the floor