2004-12-14 - 10:50 a.m.
Forever Lost
Once
in a borrowed room
we learned from each other.
Tell me three things you love,
three things you hate.
The night we spent, complete,
remaking ourselves in the too-small bed,
no boundaries, just hands, and skin,
and love? Love.
The day we spent
playing with words and glances
and (somehow shy)smiles,
suspended behind the cathedral,
borrowed grace.
Nothing was ours,
nothing was owned,
but to us, that day
was the beginning
of forever.
