markbousfield

I lay there my love
casting shadows from the Eastern light escaping over my navel,
I lay there my love
as our death rattle awoke inside of me inside of you,
I lay there my love
whilst I sought solace in the frugal smiles of sexuality that still adorned our sweaty faces,
I lay there my love
contemplating the chastity of menace within the fraudulent desires of our flesh,
I lay there my love
like a stranger upon the birthing seat.
I lay there my love
hoping you would leave.