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.