Immortality  

There was a pile of dirty towels
At the bottom of the stairs,
That I had to step over
Find you in the dim lit basement
Sleeping on a dirty couch
Heavy in despair
I lay down on top of you
Wind my fingers through your
Auburn hair,
Oily from neglect,
Trace your damp skin
Your crepe eyelids
Skim your tender lips
With feathery fingertips
While you pretend I’m not here.
I press my heart into yours,
Cautious arousal,
Mutual affinity,  
That shouldn’t be
Indignant cruelty
From indulgent deities
That for eternity
Bound your soul to mine.