Atlantis

The earth shakes,

boulders fly, ash--plumes.

It seems, my love

we've fallen out of favor

with the gods once again.

We cling to each other

like we always have.

Our love buoys us up

as our city sinks.

You are leaving me each day.

Sinking by the smallest of measures

taking with you our prosperity,

one half of our remembered joy.

Now, I kneel 

At your ruins.

I press my lips against

your body, breathe your breath, mix my warmth

with your warmth fleeting.

The scholars sneer,

as they do.

"Their city was

a work of fiction,

Prideful! Their memories

will soon be lost to time."

Our love, seemingly

utopian, sprung from myth-

half goddess, half man

a tale of a lost city, found.

Each time your sweet

love is remembered

it is placed back

into the world

by the smallest

measures. 

~BLN