SOSTENUTO The lovers wake to spill into each other. They have betrayed their families and fled the country together, hands melted into a single fist. The lovers have written their final letter and are sailing the abyss. They leapt onto the moving train that takes them where they will belong. They inch their bed closer and closer to the mornings song. The lovers exchange their vows at the alter of ever after. They wear each other to work and social gatherings. They complain when one is absent from the others dream. The lovers turn and pull away form each other. Not yet, you hear them whisper. Time can wait a moment longer. from Tilting Our Plates to Catch the Light by Cyril Wong
Posted on: Sun, 13 Jul 2014 06:34:15 +0000