After We Escaped The Tombs Of The Blind Dead Poem by Ernest Hilbert

We danced gawkily, our soles squishing
Into soggy grass at the top of the hill
In the rainstorm that night, city skyline
A cluster of crystals far off, wishing
The long song would just unspool
Forever on the kaleidoscope shrine
Of lit-up stage down below, and, when we
Stopped to kiss, it never timed with the lightning,
Though we tasted the same rain on each
Other's lips, two figures one entity
In the wet darkness, in the whitening
Flash that shot through the black to reach
Us on the highest point for miles, and then
Thunder followed and we did not wonder why
With drums and applause we once again
Forgot we were supposed to die.