To believe and breathe
sunken in our solace we suddenly
misconstrued the length of dawn.
The sun's faint rays eclipsed
what was left of her visible beauty,
until the shadows swallowed us beneath the streets.

She flicked the switch
and the electric gas lights exploded from the lamposts.
Neon glass rained down and kissed our skin,
while blood freckles surfaced and slid down our bodies
that now lay entwined in parallel question marks.

The Wolves wandered intoxicated
through the bleeding snow until the weight
of their frantic thoughts forced their heads into the street.

And there they lye,
the lovers and their spouses.

10/27/2009