You lay with the window open wide,
the curtains licking the air.
Two bodies merged as one,
entwined in limbs, sweat and wind,
bedraggled breaths roll from your throat.
I watch as you press your pink fleshy lips to his.
Your head dipping habitually to where his hand rests on your shoulder.
The smile spreads slowly across your face as he strokes your cheek with an outstretched forefinger.
You take it in your mouth, as though it were a stick of rock.
Sweet as honey,
as sweet as the grin that emblazons your face.
Enjoy it while you can my love.
For neither of you will see tomorrow.
You will both become dust, trapped in the wind,
blowing through an open window into a room of treachery