Dark of night
two lost souls collide
fusing and meshing in a volatile mix
sighs of heaven being reached for on the journey to hell
inescapable
sweat running
in rivlets
the night is the shield to hide
the embrace
the quiver of flesh as it
reaches release
the small death occurs
both have died in their lovers embrace
The moon behind the clouds, hiding their faces,
The passion is dark and over due...
joyless
leaving
waiting
for the next small death
in their lovers arms.
-ME
