Love Story

There was no absolution
in his absence
No savior
in his silence
He had her pegged
before she could turn away
Had her down spinning
webs of word colors
Had her from the first note
Had her from the first line
Entreated, tasted, tainted her
as she rolled on air and
tripped the fantastic dark
Finding a song
in the shadows that played
on skin
in the faint blue light that
always seems to creep
through cracks in the walls
Two bodies became that
camera obscura
Tactile she became tactile
a broken down mess of limbs and senses
Lost in a memory flinching moment
as she clung for her life
on sweat drenched shoulders
remembering what it meant
to be free