He touched her where she was skinny,
in between the terracotta breaths they took,
underneath the sunburned sky.

They would dim for moments at a time,
watching the world around them melt to water colour,
speaking a language in between their irises that no one else could understand.

But their time ran short,
and his love ran out.

All she wanted was old fashioned love.
All she got was old fashioned morphine.