we are both naked. you
     know what happened to me
     the night my mother kept
     on bellowing sad songs in
     the morose of 3 AM.
     you have all inscriptions
     sculpted into the shearing
     of the wind and my bones
     riveted in places now
     tremble as the slow oblivion
     of falling asleep scare me.
     as i collapse onto your mauve
     chest like a bookmark pressed
     in between the leaves of a
     book, there are lines that we
     recite in total silence:
     you did to me as i did to you
     what needs to be done in the
     time of our bold awakening.
     we dressed each other with
     the velvet truth of love.