Awake Beside A Stranger And My Neck Is Killing Me

fallen so fast in love in spite of my or your own good, helpless in your arms, irresponsible as you are in mine held in your gaze I embraced all the little dangers within you, what tempest would befall when all of us was laid bare, done and lovely. In the cold of November, we lay like angels sharing each other’s heat when morning sun rays came from front window shutters, bird on the sill, it peered in for that last innocent glimpse of us. We looked to each other’s parting lips, the rest was in our beating chests of hearts or what have you, our minds racing like rabbits while we caress and mess up our hair, our clothes thrown in wild abandon in Christmas light of the room with pictures along the walls there is silence and in it we rest.