august 31 7:29 a.m.
without trust there is no intimacy
without trust there is no us
i sit at my desk looking up at the sky through the trees as it
somewhere lovers are still sleeping
her head lays against his chest as his arm holds her to him
or his body curls against her’s from behind as they lay in semi –
or perhaps they are making love in the cool morning air and blue
where are you ? you sleep this very moment in our bed.
the sense of loss