"tomorrow"

Splintering glass
   slicing through my skin

His touch
               its touch
                            your touch so intoxicating

I partake of it as a sweet wine
      swelling my tongue
             my throat
                    my soul

               pressed inside itself
                          begging for a dark peace

Crying out a bitter song
   pleading for a shimmer of my
      dissipated source of radiance

Trailing fingertips
   leave bloodied paths of
      a pleasure filled garden ripped irrevocably of my silence

A searing shudder
   breaks the wet twilight

An aroma of weariness fills the dank night air