Could I find a place here?
It’s been so dark
I turned off the lights,
Pretended no one was home.
Your skin is more alive than mine
It pulses with irregular ecstasy
Our mortality beautiful as the moon retires
Its cycle one of time, ours of the body
Both bittersweet and inevitable.
But the sun is cruel, relentless
Our bodies recoil with the light
No shadows left to hide the creases around your mouth
The years you’ve lived ahead of mine.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
Could I find a place here?
It’s been so dark
I turned off the lights,
Pretended no one was home.
Your skin is more alive than mine
It pulses with irregular ecstasy
Our mortality beautiful as the moon retires
Its cycle one of time, ours of the body
Both bittersweet and inevitable.
But the sun is cruel, relentless
Our bodies recoil with the light
No shadows left to hide the creases around your mouth
The years you’ve lived ahead of mine.
