.
Hands undecided,
Touch in the dark,
When even light
Is shy and flickering,
Candles lit, trying
To survive in caustic
Air and a hollow room
Where two old lovers
Reach, as they lie,
Feel for anything,
But what they feel,
Lost in a fog printed
On skin overrunning
With ambivalence,
Not felt by either lover.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
.
Hands undecided,
Touch in the dark,
When even light
Is shy and flickering,
Candles lit, trying
To survive in caustic
Air and a hollow room
Where two old lovers
Reach, as they lie,
Feel for anything,
But what they feel,
Lost in a fog printed
On skin overrunning
With ambivalence,
Not felt by either lover.
