wraps one another in a cellophane romance;
groans and gasps pass through drawn shades
open vents, and tryst friendly hotel walls
advertising blissful unions disconcerting to those
who sleep alone, remembering nights and days
when gaiety echoed through their lives 24/7
watching solar eclipses though heroin shades
dancing among others under blood moons
making promises without regard for tomorrow.
Let carpe diem remind us of special people--
sacred places—where time stands still and lovers
pass no judgement beyond soothsayer prophecies,
black skies shuddering with jubilant sighs.