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 can not
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
teapot
blows
off key
in the next
room.

it will
have none
of this
morning
either.

as I
lie in your
arms
and you
in mine.

and we
pretend
forever

away.