• Still clung to his lover’s chest,
    breathing in moist air,
    the thought popped into his head.
    Next to him in bed,
    eyes flittered open, and his mind grew blank once again.

    “It’s only three,
    she won’t return til five.”
    His words, suggestive so,
    burned, yet kept him alive,
    in some ways.

    “Smother me with kisses, my love.
    Drown in my body, lover.”

    A whole season later,
    drinking coffee in secret,
    the trace of something
    swept through his mind and body.
    Warm on his neck just then,
    was his lover’s breath.
    And it was lost, once again.

    “Soon I will be wed,
    things will have to stop.
    But we still have today.”
    His words were of little shock,
    just a numb pain.

    “Smother me in embrace, my love.
    Drown in my memories, lover.”

    Again he woke beside him.
    Covered in sweat
    the permanent band glistened.
    A familiar feeling arose,
    but when his lover began to stir,
    it fluttered away, once again.

    “Why are you still here?
    What if she came home early?
    If she saw you, she would die,
    and I would too.”
    His words, cruel, finalized his thought.
    He would always give his body
    to a lover of another.
    A cycle never broken.

    “Smother me with tears, my love.
    Drown in my emptiness, lover.”