silk sleep and milk deep softness
in feather down slumber,
as fingers reach and rest
on wanted skin.
eyes in mine are falling
through the end of years,
across the empty wastes of a time
I now forget.
and yet the flesh
remains beneath
my hand,
and murmurs gently
in the dark,
the light
the slant of sun
and gasp of moon
and sigh.
turning through a fitful dream
our lips have felt this rushing tide
of pounding pounding breaking hearts
across those years and empty wastes
and aching burning beating passions spent.
I lay beside you in the peace
of late and lonely summer night,
I lay beside you with my fear
and gently wept a secret tear
and turned from wrong to right.
eyes are closed and turned away
and I am falling through
the empty wastes
and tears of time
I now forget.