Villanelle II

Let us lie beneath our own gilded shell
In silent darkness hallucinate night
This could be heaven or this could be hell.

Inside this fissure our eidolons dwell
Engage discourses of sweetness and light
Let us live beneath our own gilded shell

Where satin embraces and senses swell
A pair of silken tongues dance in delight
This could be heaven or this could be hell

Perhaps to escape from devotion's cell
Unleashed a tempest of lunacy and spite
Let us die beneath our own gilded shell

When did the dome fall I could never tell
Collapsing under fractures split during fights
This could be heaven or this could be hell

When dawn waltzes towards us and breaks the spell
You shall have to depart but for tonight
Let us lie beneath our own gilded shell
This is our heaven and this is our hell