Isolde

Close your eyes

She whispered

I did, and felt her lips brush

My neck

Fingernails against

My back

Hold on tight

She screamed

I did, and felt my heart escape

My chest

Her kiss still on

My breath

Here the world is shadowed and

Formless

The warmth of blood rising against

The flesh

Nights where passion lies

In chalk

Lives thralled to her movements

Then lost

And lustily, we held on to

Moments

And entrusted dreams to keep sacred

The silence

When her dress fell to the carpet

And I was left to my intentions

The world between her legs swaying

The last of my defenses

And this is how we murdered

Innocence

This is how we nurtured

Sin

Wrote down every nightmare on

Our bedsheets

Til the song was sang

And we were hanged

Til God came, and she lay

Used up

Crumpled amongst

A thousand unfinished stories.