Lying Still

We are lying still

Arm in arm, leg curling leg

Your strained I love you

And I mean it neither

We are lying, still


We are content

Closer than a river to the river bed

But my thoughts hurl like a hurricane

And yours are silent

We are content


Will this: never end.

A pledge and a promise

Reused, wrenched and twisted

Hollowed out again

Will this never end?