Down cobbled steps
dragging dress shoes
and studded heels with us.
Our eyes unkempt and wandering,
one set blue and unusually wild,
the other green as grass blackened
by the stare of night.
Though not much else fit together,
our arms remained two rusting
chains in a broken fence.
We had danced to the music of humanity;
the shuffle of feet like marbles down a board,
the friction of fabric and leather caught
together, the pound of hearts dying
to skip ahead.
We had danced the dance of living,
we had wasted ourselves until the end.
But now we seek what comes after
all the music dies and people stare,
what becomes of the questions asked
by people who never cared.
we seek the morning flesh,
the tearing of teeth cut freshly on
white cement driveways
and grassy Belgian block.
Together, a broken fence
with rather fine dress,
we seek what comes next;
the unknown beyond the first kiss.