We lie together as we always do .
stolen moments of pleasure in our bed of wood and fairy lights that dance above our heads as halos do for the innocent .
Your heart in chest against my back,
Your breath tickles my neck.
My neck feels the pressure as my hair is trapped in the silver lace ,
My feet are blue,
My palms are red-
and I am guilt .
I could relieve the pressure 'round neck and 'round lip
To others we are pathetically in love.
To me , we are pathetic ,
To you , we are in love .
I could not be failure to you .
And so my neck still feels pressure,
And my lips breathe lies .