Smoke Over Fire

Written by: joshua ten eyck

We do go there, me and her,
when no light meets the ground.
There we swing from rusty chains,
before we fool around.

On a bench, by a lake,
  lust has come and gone.

We burn a fire and watch the sky,
while the half-light wraps around.
And I am brightest where she casts,
her shadow on the ground.

On a bench, by a lake,
  lust has come and gone.

Half-undone we did at least,
in yellow light on grassy ground.
Then and there, with a silent shout,
into the sleepless sound.

On a bench, by a lake,
  We have come and gone.