The waning of their love began with the honeymoon.
Suspended in the sky, a tether of understanding
she sheds light on their story.
Lying naked and exhausted from sex
their sweat sparkling in the candlelight
they look to the sky,
clasp hands
and ask some wish of the stars —
long life, health, love?
All the time
she looks on, winking,
knowing what they do not.
Waning slowing, waning nonetheless.

written: November 30, 2001








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