clinging to words

when night falls and eyes close to the world and to my soul, you whisper to me of desires dark and taboo. bodies arch to needs, still a chasm that is never crossed. words are repeated for a quest which eludes. vows are unmade when we come undone.
Thorns of unspoken shame scratch at the edges of words softer than gossamer. Yielding to the moment but time never ends. a hurried goodbye, afraid perhaps that the mask will slip off the words spoken hereof revealing the phantom of us.