Come take
your mind
on down
with me .
let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our
lives.
leave
our old stories
like tattered
and worn
baggages
by the
door.
be each
others
savior for
awhile.
a old lover's
lament.
not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color
dreams,
with lies
or half
obligated
promises.
and finally
when the
late afternoon
comes to
swallow our
worn
innocence.
close the
door.
leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.
return us
both with
some dignity
to the outskirts
of our lives.