Lost in Trans-Sensation

I had a fluorescent dream of you. I had a small stuffed puppy in my arms, you had a shot of vodka in your hand. I stammered into the night, talking of what glorious mornings we used to have, what hands of time had moved us apart, what miracle should take place to bring us back into the real. You looked at me with breaking eyes, you embraced the brittle solitude, and you asked me,

Have you ever loved enough?

Silence ensued, chilling our collarbones under the feverish klepto-dawn. I thought of the early nighter who had kissed my feet and went wasting away under the aura of vicious and frightful electronika. I didn't want to follow his luring death. And gradually, then suddenly, I knew, oh I knew, in that last waking minute, that 

Love will tear us apart.