We soared through our evenings
Well above the plane of our dreams
And flung ourselves upon the morning bells
Till our bodies themselves were song.
We danced with the weeping shadows
That lined the forgotten streets
And rocked together like ancient cats
Upon the chair of ecstasy.
The mourning dove on the windowsill
Mistook us for gods, laughed, and flew away.
We danced upon the broken glass
Of all our tainted yesterdays.
When the moon came yawning over the hills
Casting the fields in a silvery glaze,
We made fools of ourselves with restless love,
Moving from room to room
And star to star.
We filled the universe with the scent
Of our flesh, and collapsed in our bed
Like water upon the rocks.
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