Hear the voices
shaking, both
in pleasure
and in fear,
as they sweetly
whisper moonlight
twixt the shadows
in our hearts,
brightening the farthest
corners where hope
lays dying, gasping
within the choking
cloud of nothingness
offered up by
every false
prophet of emotion,
each of whom
chokes us
with words as
opposed to breathing
new life
with actions.