I asked her with
my body
She refused
me with her
smile
my desire hung
in the air like a
warm puff of breath in
the soft cold
of winter.

We held each other,
we were each other.
Our silence was
our speech.
But I shifted
(someone had to move)
And we began our tumble.
Both began to fall
into the dark of lost companions,
down the narrow hall of lonely souls,
our stretching fingers
grasping hard at the impossible.

In the end we will
smile sadly and drift
off into the grey.

AcB 4.10.99