Ballad (for Jackie)

In the absence of light
we lie together in this small room,
I reach out my uncertain fingers
to touch the darkness of your face,
In this moment of perfection.
Somehow,
we have fallen together,
fallen without remorse
in a house of lost desires,
then let this house be our church,
undefiled by dead Gods,
and our broken angles,
twisting without words in the silent wind,
and what I have seen
in the shadows of your ephemeral face,
words without lips falling
too easily from your fingers,
your eyes,
the smooth silence of your skin
moving beneath my newborn hands,
I disappear into your darkness.
I do not know what I have found.

© Harley

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