Don’t wake me in the morning

Shame is a spotlight in our eyes.
The audience applauds others

while we hide in the shadows.
Grab a shovel to bury

sorrow under snow,
like orchids in the cold

we will wither.
Our temptation pulses

like heavy footsteps-
hear our hearts beat,

rhythm gets stronger
then frightens into stone.

Slide our bodies
under sheets of passion,

skin under silk and sweat-
desires stain them,

we whitewash the memories.
Our bones are brittle

from these burdens on our back.
Dim the lights

on this temporary coalition.
Follow bright apparitions,

made for strangers
searching in the dark.