Musings of the One Percent

Threadbare passion

A fire fueled on weak fumes

They were left breathless on 

Four nights lit by dim desires 

Hoping ragged breaths of fleeting 

Ecstasy blew sparks into ashes 

Covering the flimsy sheets 

Thinking that peeling off 

Layers of worn out clothes

Would uncover a brand new 

Tapestry but it only laid bare

Thin tangled threads in the midst of

Bare tangled limbs never bent upon

Embracing a divine circular promise 

To eternally clasp intertwined fingers

That were only grasping thin air 

For four breathless nights