Another day

Our arms and flesh were wrapped together

Two ribbons colourless and fluid

We tasted the dew and dark

Filling the emptiness in the other

Beyond the grave

Our eyes arrogant

Belying time with taste

Inside the innocence

Of an age connected with the end

Soliciting glossolalia

Face to willing face

Until we swept each other away

With a cry and a languor

Quite uncommon

In those wittingly

Independent

I wish we had slept

Until innocence returned

Instead we became the words

And memories

Or another day