XV. I LIKE THE WAY YOU SHATTER MELANCHOLY I like the way you shatter melancholy, I like the way you embody it. You breathe the air of your thousand year old city and all the angels softly sigh. I found you sitting in a place where old stone bridges cross a river and dark cathedrals take off for the sky. You surrounded me with your beauty, and I had no choice but to sweetly surrender. You broke me on the wheel of my own desire, showed me golden light in a mirror, taught me to read your body with ardent fingertips. It all fell out of the sky somehow-- the city, the stars and the angels who hovered above us, whispering where to place the next kiss, the defining caress. I like the way you shatter melancholy, I like the way you flesh it out in form. Your sadness is deeper than sadness, your joy is buoyant yet tinged with chains.