Curtailing Shadows

Two souls, seated in hushed silence, Their hearts drawing closer than their skin is, While their skin empties the lingering voidance, Knowing exactly how irremissible of a sin this is. Their breathings grow hauntingly shallower, As the air thickens with the growing tension. And, ignoring the dread of morrow's hangover, The fantasy quietly slips into the sixth dimension. The illusory mystique of their proximity , knows nothing but delusional insanity, Since the only thing that's left sane are the emptied glasses of champagne. His fingers trace her meticulous silhouette, Whilst her hands run through his hair, Completely unaware of their destiny's threat, They proceed to turn their love into a sinner's prayer. And so the night continues to chant its spell, Until their obscenity taints their own virtue, For tomorrow's dawn shall rise only to quell, And name their intimacy as their fate's miscue...                           ...

Slowly losing the warmth of your skin, I am afraid the end is about to begin. There's nothing left between us that's akin, And now, only parting can redeem the sin. Behind the curtains, the sun is about to set, But, I guess, the darkness has already set in. Our songs replay in my mind like a cassette, and you know I already hate this feelin'. The clouds, outside, are painting themselves black, And my heart, here, simply wishes you back. O, I fear, this time, the rain will not be-  just enough to wash away your agony. I accept what I did was out of my inane obliquity, But please, don't let my tears be our love's eulogy. Oh Dear! For the sake of our remnants of proximity, "Can you please, for once and all...accept my apology?"                                                               ~Taekita369