the scenes i had not seen

I said I loved you.
I grew to covet your skin.
Laying upon the sheets -
the foul stench of passion spent -
I didn't like the liberties
it had seen.

Your body,
no longer a symbol,
defining you
defining me.

Like sin upon which
I claim righteous authority -
I'd stifle the air you breathe,
I'd burn the books you read.

In dreams we acknowledge,
the only) truth of lovers:
that naked in bed, we lay
oh babe!
what else is there?

And those before us,
with whom we shared
our most private moments,
a lover always stays
your lover.