we might make delicate, sacred space, but that look on your face, you failed with sorrow

the only place we've known
heading for feet, we feel low
when nobody is watching we
might take you home, so long
as no one is there, so why did
you use the words you borrow
don't sing for me at all.      we might live
                                            with nothing more
                                             ask for another taste. we looked on your face. longed ago.