Liebe Liegt Tief

Things change

We're not ourselves
No longer alone

We have shared

Pain

Inflicted lust upon the other

Our talons have rent the flesh
Poured ministrations upon the wounds

Supped on the others words
The salt licks for our embattled minds

How was it we got this far

How is it that we have ionised

When did this become ennui

What now

What is to become

Do we aim for Barbara Cartland bliss

I don't think we know each other
Enough to love
When the lie seems enough anyway

© 2007, Mosquitobyte