Here lie afterglow, here lie the madness alongside,
A pale descent where longing fingers travelled.
Outline her lands, outline the visible horizon,
Closer – incomplete and complete unraveled.

Nakedness was a thing, so were our hearts racing,
As engines and pistons and sermons and fevers,
The rivers of nerves dancing dances,
With 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.