we touch lips
and you are ready
my ego slips
but yours is steady.
fingers transferring
your scent to my skin
muscles clenching
deep and within.
hands are claws
and tongues don't care
map my flaws
so they turn to air.
we come together, simpatico
on a rolling stone crescendo.
these streets are slick with once upon a time,
with yesterday, the only thing we share.
chill winds blow high across the river seine
the lonely saxophone like a child's prayer,
long nights not long enough to dream you home.
i don't know why i thought i heard your heart.
i cannot seem to travel for enough
from love that clung but somehow lost its grip.
across the alps the snowcaps sigh your name
the wonder of your love slips out of view.
blackest waters carry all my sorrows,
tomorrow without you too hard to bear.
your eulogy lies on my lips unsaid
a posey placed is unseen by the dead.
