At the Edge of Hell

The stars seem to wink at me
As they glitter and dance above.
An untold secret is whispered
Through autumn branches and Punctuated by the rustling of dry leaves.

Spirits brush my bare skin
With warm hands inside a cool breeze.
They tell me of the stories left unspoken— just a quiet reminder lingering
Long after their footsteps are gone.

I breathe an utterance of gratitude
Lost in this moment among the galaxies.
Once again, a stolen night
Meeting at the edge of two worlds
For a short lived few hours
Of harmony and love.

More than friends
But less than lovers.
As our addictions slowly close their grasp
Around our vocal chords
Till words of love are choked out
With only the sounds
Of gargling blood
Left behind.