We hold hands,
lockstep
towards the unknown.
My wounded heart
beats
the rhythm of desire.
Lost,
I follow
enraptured
in sirens wake,
upstairs,
to a home
not my own.
Inside
towards folly,
your black dress
tracing the lines
of soft curves,
my guide
in the half light.
We kiss,
and the sting
of grief
evaporates.
Here, now
overcome
by a beauty
within and out,
I see you.
Together
we falter,
reason lost,
lips finding their place.
Respite,
in the sanctity
of your touch.
My body aches,
pretence fading,
hands across your form,
as madness takes us both.
Sweat,
whispers,
as I gaze into eyes
exposed,
I am
afraid.
Slowly,
as weariness takes us,
we lay together,
our quiet repose.
Bodies naked, bare
as secrets pour.
We share, all
that has come before
and all that may be.
Cradled in your warmth
I feel it
stir from within,
hope.
I am,
alive,
again.