Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Still They Walk

Poised beneath the twitching nightlights
Her half-hearted lover’s eyes
Look but never see her.
They stroll together side by side
Hands close but not touching.
Plagued, they are, by rusting desire
Neither one willing to admit it.
And so they walk
Side by side
Both smile sweetly
While screaming a claustrophobic end.