Curious

It waits tonight

Undercurrents of stray passions

Mingling into shadows of the night

While we weave in and out

Treading crumbling boundaries

On tiptoe. Tiptoe.

She made giggles and words appear on cue,

I swear I still think about you

With eyes wide open

And a heart quite small.

But it’s a little curious isn’t it

Your enforced silence

Sound asleep in corners of a dream

A touch here, his breath sparse

And he slowly hates it,

Dead love and a few wine bottles.