Past the point
of no return –
no backward glances:
our games of make believe
are at an end . . .
Past all thought
of “if” or “when” –
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold –
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me
to that moment
where words run dry,
to that moment
where speech
disappears
into silence,
silence . . .
I have come here,
hardly knowing
the reason why . . .
In my mind,
I’ve already
imagined our
bodies entwining
defenseless and silent –
and now I am
here with you:
no second thoughts,
I’ve decided,
decided . . .
Past the point
of no return –
no going back now:
our passion-play
has now, at last,
begun . . .
Past all thought
of right or wrong –
one final question:
how long should we
two wait, before
we’re one . . .?
When will the blood
begin to race
the sleeping bud
burst into bloom?
When will the flames,
at last, consume
us . . .?
BOTH
Past the point
of no return
the final threshold –
the bridge
is crossed, so stand
and watch it burn . . .
We’ve passed the point
of no return . . .
