Careful Ironies

we navigate this treacherous skin.

every new touch cutting deeper than the last.

prisoners ascending time's crumbling walls.

our flesh engaged in an eternal war.

every word a surrender. every glance a suicide.

blood makes its promises. tears tender their confessions.

as the years betray us, the distance shrugs.

our weapons grow heavy. our armor turns to dust.
 

but even long after these bodies have surrendered,

we still keep those blades sharp.