Their Narrative

And deep inside the chasmic mind,
in the darkest hours of his many nights,
he seemed to perceive such danger
in this thing the rest
called life-

he seemed to fear the tremulous hour
in which to dare to lose-

and he seemed to find her- in one of those
fortuitous lights,
blinking and cherishing oblivion,
breaking moments into dust-

he seemed to let her dream for him-
to scream and fight, to let him lose.

And he seemed, in the
foggy sexual world, to have her
understood- to know her every inch
and flinch- to feel at times
like gold.

But he never let his
heart beat quite sweetly enough
to feel remorse
as she grinned in secret,
and time grew very old

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