Our sliver of venn,

overnight, waxed a full moon.

Two lives become one.

Spoken is surrender.

Between syncopes and seizures,

comas and convulsions,

the organ oscillates on

the outcome of this love.

At times, temptation tears

at fear, my fortress.

At times, analysis appeals

to acts of aloofness.

For now the defense holds,

love and heartbreak on the threshold,

but a dog's bark may be enough

to call this feeble bluff.