This.

I’m sharing your night as the

secret rain pains across open

windows

your eyes hold on to me

as your fingers try to get into skin

my chest - my back your

sad, lonely, eyes already

there.

Together, alone – between us

just

the dark - we are soothed by

the hiss of passing cars

on cold wet roads,

yellow lights slowly dance

around the room and on your

honey skin - you

sigh and I know this

- this.

Thoughts, hopes,

chase across a void

some empty mind - I

tremble while cold alleys

echo

we hold each other

still. I feel your ankles

crisscross my flank

as I soften inside of

you.

Together we share each

other –

this

feeling

a slow pealing scab

from healing skin. You

me and the night –

This.
This.

And a single

Tear.