The Moment Exists & the Monument Does not

Live in the moment;
The moment exists
And the monument will not.
I can feel her fingers tracing my bones, embedding the skin.
I am free, for we,
We are deeply in need.
We need some restless,
A senseless semblance of endless
Tearing at the seams,
Marking down the beams.
I don't want some living dream.
I already lived it out,
And from there
Lights just went out,
Left and right.
See, I- I lost sight.
Her kiss on my hips;
The pull on my lips.
The weight of the earth was
pulling me away.
And the sun: leading
                      me       
                           astray.