Time’s Deficiency

And by the end 

our expired hopes 

had us dancing like children 

over decaying sea shells. 

Our shrieks crackled 

in broken echoes 

screeching like thunder 

upon a broken sky. 

The tender sweet aggression 

of lust threw riddles down our spines. 

Vertebrae writhing in pain 

camouflaged as the victory dance 

of a retired dreamer.