two senescent lovers
lie
between sheets of waning light.
the moon spins the dis•s•ever•ing tale
of their relentless nothingness.
apathetic eyes beseech the dark
for glimpses of deserted memories.
two bodies
lie list•less
breathing to a rhythm of similar silence.
years of habit
brand unspoken words
onto seasoned skin.
vexed in a voiceless vortex
they await the morrow.
Shackled to their contract
they crawl onto the sacrificial altar
and
await the blow
of Hera's matrimonial blade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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