Here with the soft sands loving forever,
under the skylight of the sun dyed rust,
our moist skin endlessly touching of lust.
Midnight blue is our only endeavor.
Deceiving affairs of silent lovers,
encircling us, we're breaching of trust,
door thrusts open with a sound of disgust,
turn coat lovers caught under bed covers.
Screams of misconduct fall from three heavens,
upon thy ears of young on the high tread.
Strolling together below the skylight,
new lovers take each ones hands at eleven,
never mentioning what they droppèd dead.
Midnight blues no longer a rusting light.