Beats

Closed eyes to sense the three beats
two hearts, and the drums
the song moves and takes us with it.
Parted lips, knee and thigh
I hold you touching the white satin
wanting to tear it
instead, I bend down and sniff
the fragrance of soft hair
I feel your breathing, your moving
our tribute to a song, any song
we can move to
under stars, out shone by the reflected
light of our Sun, 
on the sad face of the moon.

I don't want to open my eyes
knowing I'll find it all lies.
If there is a God, please grant me
a heart made from stone.

To make it a little easier to take,
this Being, alone.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Memories of better times, of joy and closeness after the fall are all two hurtful and leave an empty feel. Well expressed. And where have you been?

[Mark]

Driving. Just haven't felt like writing much and when I do have been working on stories.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Are you a long distance driver then? Hey and where are your RRs for your stories?