I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.

We were never innocent.
We never even pretended to be.
From the first glance,
we held a silent agreement.
Physical comfort.
Nothing more,
nothing less.
But amidst the heavy breathing,
and the shaking of the bed.
The sound of your heart was deafening.
The need in your touch,
crippling.
My need matching yours,
unsettling.

Here
We
Are
Another
Two A.M.
Game
Of
*******
Only
Instead
Of
Cards
We're
Using
Words
And­
Feelings