Love Twenty-three

Into the darkness,
along paths never crossed before,
reaching out to touch the walls,
wiping the dust of desertedness
from their cold and empty sides.

I shivered as you ran your finger down my spine.

Whence does it lead;
more paths to follow and cross
each slower than the last 'till we give up?
Or shall the open room reveal
a rest, release and death?

You shivered as you put on your bra and slip.

Has