by 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.