These are dangerous games and dangerous words
whispered back and forth invisibly through the dark
with black lips and dirty fingers pushing them frantically through the night
while we smile private smiles that glitter likes knives in the moonlight

but somewhere, between up there and down here,
in the moment and the mischief,
our intrigue has lost its beauty
what we'd had, what we'd experienced in the almost darkness of evening
what we'd created from our secrets and sadness and turned into a spellbound moment of intimacy
has leaked out through this hole, this tawdry game of sex
that we are playing across the darkness
and has left us with a skeleton romance
dancing sadly on thin strings of adrenaline and regret

So here I shut my mouth and still my frantic fingers
leave the night quiet and undisturbed; placid as moonlight on glass
seal my lips and close my tired eyes
and slide quietly to sleep in the stillness of the night
thinking sadly to myself
-sleep well sweet sleeper
and dream dreams fantastic-

AcB 05.09.01