I am breathing on borrowed love
her scent in the musk of his sweat.
I envision no wrinkled togetherness
but a mossy step to rest an iron heart
and a velvet dusk that smells of dew.

Guilt in Glass

Your world is now framed in pink
Clearer through a scoop of glass.
But it breaks my heart to see you frolic
In the happier greener grass.

I revealed to you the stories woven in words
But did I leave you too close to the pages?
Or so lost was I in the glow of my screen
That I missed the lines blurring in your eyes?

And while you discover new bugs and birds
I skim through time
to find you messing with lens and lace
missing a vision clear, on the pretty face.

The Other Woman

I breathe your breath and make it mine
In the shallow bowl of night.
I wake up to the smell of unwashed love
Of skin rubbed deep into mine.
I have taken the forbidden fruit of Eden
A fallen woman
Now I know chastity is not divine.

I love softly in the shadows of shocked stars,
Under listening leaves simulating sleep.
I am his dark pleasure secret
And he, the satiation of my thirst.
Ships without anchors
Etching lines on alert radars,
We drift dreamlessly
To drown  alone battered by moral gales.