come on down down down
down so we can die together. quietly
your limber legs travel from darkened door
to a bed lit by moon.
i play the role of stargazer;
intrinsically linking marks on your body
as constellations.
my hand braces your arching spine
as your eyes search for the fire in the sky:
there is only night. we are disposable.
we cannot find our monolith our
obsession our God.
a lapse of control; two human bodies that
wretch & desire. erratically conspiring: the sky is dauntless
& meek
leaving us to follow one another thoughtlessly, heart & soul.
and thus we are torn as the sky is high and
we are low.
ash falls from the sky, foreshadowing our demise &
we've seen it before in fables and lore.
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