These glasses are not empty

these glasses

are filled

overflowing

and consuming

our love

our need for each other

our passions which divide us like the deviation of sweet discourses.

This position

this presence

holds my eyes

and hands

prisoner to the sight beyond me.

Blackness

is the night sky

it is not you

so I do not

believe

you

when

you

tell

me

so.

Lying in this bed

I feel the night

against my hands

but it is not you

it could not be.

Lying against you

I see the stars

but I still do not believe.

Can't you see how you are driving me down tonight.