Their hands touch in listless syncopation
While hearts beat the blood,
Gone bad long before in a half-dreamt wish,
For each muscle retreating to the whitewashed bones.
Eyes are starstruck and peppered with screams--
Songs harmonized with the clanging of shackles--
And all they have is the gentle heat
In lukewarm coals of revolution.
(smile at me)
They claw at each other in an embrace,
Clinging to their scents, the flesh and skin
Reminders that their shadows are real.
(let me see the whites of your teeth)
Lungs inhale and air rushes and sheets flutter--
Their fandango sprints onward
(the gleam of your eyes)
To the abyss, loud with the songs
(i love you)
Drowning (you know i do) the hate and
Quiet contempt (please) in their bad blood.

(and i was dancing with you)
(and we were both fast asleep)