Inspired by Twilight...ha

Back to Back

Back to back, her shoulder at my shoulder,

We stood, ringed round by death.

Of late, our enemies grew bolder,

And sought to steal our breath.

When they encircled us, prepared to spring,

The other lovers ran.

But no black heart could breech our tiny ring—Where her hands ended, mine began.

But if our little fortress finally burned

And crumbled into grime,

It would only be because I yearned, and turned

—To see her one last time.