My burning surface
grows that cold night's distance
into arms,
the taste of ambrosia
enough of the earth
she's taken it down
to the pit of her eyes
drown in someone's heart
waters leaking, bleeding
apart this love-soaked
true romance
dead in the sands
where we laid sweet
on a sunday's graveyard day
to drown in
the other's heart
lakeside guilt covers dreams
as dirty air blows us
feathered temptations in our heads
bodies close and
throats collapse
into speechless holes
to hide in our caves
in the pits of her heart
my lips alone to burn
with the taste of ambrosia
