post somno

"crossing boundaries is different from disregarding them"


it's been brewing for longer than appropriate,
and i'm starting to have nightmares.

I imagine us in a strange far-away place,

with nothing but the trees to keep us company. 

they whisper and shake in trepidation 

the only witnesses to our sin. 
they shout at us, and try to pull us apart,

when finally the rain drowns our smiles.

I've realised that elegance is more important 

than suffering. 

little does the world know 

that every time we kiss,
we silently say goodbye.