How weightless our heavy bodies become
In the darkness
When we see each other just barely
Shapeless to the point that we become
Silhouettes that could belong to anyone really
Stripped of guilt and blame
And rememberance
We hide in the corners of the night
So well that in the Morning we can't even find us
In the darkness your ego fades away like my pride
They become nothing more than words we don't exchange
Daytime is for those who can afford to be seen
Not just by others but themselves
For us
Daytime is when we'll drink crappy coffee together and talk about politics in the shop with purple walls and uncomfortable seating
While you lean into one of two possible laps
You'll tell me this is not the city for you
I sunk into the greyness of your eyes
And grey our nights have become
Our nights were not silky and sheer
They were covered by the november fog and mid december snow
Hidden in the fur of my leopard print coat
If we had Kissed at noon
The whisper of your disinterest would have been a loud voice
Which I had no desire of hearing
In the unholy hours of our unity
We could blame our joint lips on whiskey
Or loneliness or poor sight
During the day you were just a short man
With great ambition
The light would expose the selfishness you hid in your fingertips,
The coldness in the strains of your golden hair
The compassion lacking from your strong arms
The kind of strenght I needed
Was not the kind I found
I knew better at noon
I knew better when I was having lunch
Or doing afternoon yoga
Or drinking my morning tea
I knew better while I listened to the footsteps of twilight
And then poured myself into a cup of boiling mindless liquid
Served myself to you
Never before 10
I expected to find bloody heart pieces in the morning
But the night had already taken them away
