weternal

the soft-spoken truths we tell each other at night,
after our bodies make promises and we are spent,
after we click off the lamplight, are like fireflies:
they blink yellow slightly for a second or
super bright for a longer moment, intense,
flashing in the rhythm of a previous arrangement
a cadence of concrete: porous yet dense.
come let me give you trinkets of my fingers
treasures of my hands, my legs, my arms
feel the gentle weight of me ease into luxury as
love and lust has come to ravish us: you and me.
this love is ours to call and claim.
shut starlight out with walls and blinds
i can see you better by the candles' small flames
while fireflies watch us walk the line...

2.27.2006