Me_cafe_rougeby Jake Murray24 Jun 2014


In the hallowed hour after passion
I trace the lines of your skin.

I am not used to such happiness.
So many moments melting away

Like moonlight into Time; pain
Bruising from loss.

I have come here where
You are sleeping, your heart

Warm against mine. My hands
Smooth your hair, your shoulders,

Your thighs. Fear fades, and I
Am a pilgrim crouched by an oasis,

A seeker gazing at the sky.