The moon slipped its silver lining and fell Into my coffee
I drank it down Anchored to the rim and listened for your footsteps
The night before I arranged my affections As quiet offerings
Found sketches of poems in our whispersΒ Β Written in lipstick and fevered kisses - The scent of your perfume Even the shadows alleviated faded aches
You pulled the sheets Closing my wounds The sound of your name in my mouth The threads of your spine Where the room goes dark and the lampshades serve no purpose
We never spoke Things that weren't true Switching off the world In the place you last touched I soon fell asleep Inside Your Yes