September 16, 2014

Noiseless whispering:
Our new crime scene.
Lift the veil, and enter.
Your eyes will adjust
To the darkness within.
As wind rustles leaves
On the trees outside,
We move silently,
Shapes in the dark.

Both hidden and bare,
We will let the night
Take the helm and drive
Into sweet oblivion.
Before the sun rises,
We shall have taken
More than we can give
And lie in the morning.