heart held in front pores are gaping in a mess of celestial crescents escaping his chest
life deepened down past a mess in his head blessed with a mind so depressed
sorry cyst of unwelcome happiness but his hands are being caressed
head is held against her chest
is tight against her chest is against her breasts
outside past mesh sounds settle on a symphony of lovers lust
protected against itching industrial dust under the covers undressed
the sheets in a mess rumpled and riddled with sin and stains and the scent
aimlessly amid regrets they mold and mend admit mistakes and confess
so their bodies simply together descend into the bed.