Here lie afterglow, here lie madness alongside,
the pale descent where longing fingers now travel.
Outline your lands, outline this visible horizon,
Closer – incomplete and complete unraveled.
Nakedness was a thing, so were two hearts racing,
As engines and pistons and sermons and fevers,
The rivers of nerves dancing dances,
And two spent bodies caked in love.
I dread the waking moment, the colourless break of day,
Every off-beat office hour replaces you, and you, you go away.