It was easy to surround ourselves with translucent smoke,
harmless and deadly;
We became trusted prisoners of naked fear
Exposed by the marble ghosts of our confessions.
We began kissing liquid hope goodbye
as the needless wish for closure drifted down
and passed the curtains of the window
sealed shut by remnants of ancient paint
dried in places we long to leave.
Trapped in the broken desire of tasting more
We became a dance of eternity
We rise once more
And lay down to rest
Melting away in the simplicity of giving up.
in the comfort of an antique room.