Upon the Night

Upon the night, we
claw our names, ember
grey and bloodlined

Passing each unto
the other, empty
lost, forsaken and
                                       bereft

Cliches left
no less
                      true
for being
                    banal
                    trite
                    hackneyed
ill-
       used
and a thousand other
hollow names

When all we truly
                                     want
all we truly
                       crave
is a thumb upon the
                                          cheek
and a whisper in the
                                          ear
that makes us 
                            Mine
                            Mine
                            Mine

© s rogers 2008

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