reflections in a mirror
lie to the other side,
sewing the stories
of youth together
with a fabric
cloaking age.
like our midnight ramblings
that wait
til the last waking breath
is o’er the peak
of autumnal dreams.
seductions in a sheet
lay to the one side,
pouring the heat
of supine together
with a draught
of age.
like the twilight grinding
that waits
til the seat of the body
is under the streak
of pretending [...]