we lie
deep
in love's
past illusions,

in speckled
darkness.

a greed
of loves
hunger
drives us.

under a
cantaloupe
slice moon
delicious.

my hollowed
self shimmers
in your
reflection.

I cannot
hide from
you.

though light
beckons us,

over the
horizon,

we will have
none of it.

we slumber
in the
belly
of the
darkness
that engulfs
us

unwilling
to move
or be
stirred by
the morning
light,

a abandoned
tea ***
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

and as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

life is

simple..


we pretend
forever

away.