we fucked in love for days
when days were smaller
and the morning after
shined simplicity
on our already
frozen smiles

you held the wine
in one slender hand
and poured fuel
to our fire

when the sheets curled
to the ceiling
lost example
of true romance
in the storybook
could never capture
what i feel for you now

and when the music stops
the last song
has been muttered thru
chapped lips
dead poetry
on the doorstep...

I will hold you closer
and wipe the sweat from your skin
until you wake
to the kiss
on your shoulder.