O, Sweet ray of moonlight!
You know that no single word means anything at this moment.
Leave our robes draped on the tile. They have no use, after all.
A false caress hisses over each pore promising lies of affection.
Hand against skin grabs its fill – engulfs, possesses, more.
My eyes wide beg for your light as it bathes me in your fusion
and I remain suspended, broken, less.
Yet emotion is expected,
and so feigned,
in this numb emptiness of every moment in his indifference.