The Moon is Bulbous

....And it coincides with my heart of hopes. I wonder when the day will come when our barriers, barricades, and boundaries are broken down, so we may beseech our blossoming ballad of love . Our bashful blunders billow our borrowed time. We brainstorm bittersweet routes, for this forbidden abundance of romance. A boundless connection breaching our budding union. Bouts bend our brains, suffocating our broken chests, branding our beautiful souls, bumping ceaselessly into the black abyss we label our past. Bid those bloody bouts farewell, so we can bound these bulging hearts of ours. Once and for all.