Thursday, November 19, 2020

Previously Published in Daily Love . . .

Sharing Silence

has consumed this bed.
Overthrown desire.
And left needing
stuffed beneath a pillow
for some forgotten wing.

Still he stays.
At the edge.
And never touching.
The shared decision.
The shared division.
In place between us.

We are so alone.
He can see
the temperature fall.
With my breast.
And he kisses me.
In the dark.
As death
opens the door.

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