A New Moon

If the paint covering our walls could talk
they’d speak in orange tongues
Of moons engulfing the sun
blanketing bodies each time they multiplied to become one

They would talk of the times we’d feed breakfast in bed
And your loving nature
Which encompassed all of it
It would tell of slow dances,
And sloppy sweet serenades
It would tell of passionate romances
Hiding under covers for days

If they really spoke of truth,
they would tell of us
and of our weekend pursuits
and your weakened resolve
Whenever we struck the mood
collapsing hands to palm
while deliberately focused on
your squinting exclamations
surounding a deafening silence
I refused to hear anymore
’cause in your jungle I’m the lion
And for you my drum roars
Baby, it beats
And we bore grooves in deep

These walls of ours

They never get any sleep

They thrive in memories
that are proud to bear witness
to a love that don’t need much
In good health or in sickness
Making love is our medicine
Curing all trepidatious thoughts
That are never forgotten
They stay smothered in love

The pain behind the paint in those walls
Wouldn’t hide the truth about naught,
or pack it into cheap suitcases
where it would never be sought

My love is no longer broken
Your presence filled its coffers
When I was mentally reposin’
Containing a passion deflowered
Your touch moves with me
And your footsteps embed
While I have loved a thousand times
You’re the one I can’t forget

I choke on the memory
Of those left in my past
Swallow all thoughts of them
With the gentlest discontent
Until there is you and I
We are all that is left

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