Starless Night

Lips pressed to the inside of your thigh,
chilled alabaster skin like silk against my own,
limbs sprawled carelessly across the blanket.

Threads of moonlight bathe the room in silver,
highlighting your ebony hair, spread upon the pillows,
reflecting in your emerald eyes, illuminating the
bruise-like shadows resting beneath them.

There are no stars to shine here, in the heart
of this corrupted, decaying city of lost souls;
glancing up, seeing our image in the window-glass,
my fair skin still somehow dark against yours,
a keening sound escapes my throat.

Laying a scarred hand against your cheek,
surprised to feel the tears on my own;
your rose-petal mouth is open slightly,
but there is no air in your lungs to breathe.

Stand up and look down at you with a sigh,
lay the pillow on your face once more,
even though you're far beyond the point of struggling.

Adrenaline filling my system, heart pounding,
blood pulsing in my veins as those moments
replay vividly in my memory, flashing before my sight.

Outside, the blackened sky gives way to morning,
the silver moon retreating to invisibility as the
jealous sun takes its place in the morning sky.