by DBLevin

Underscoring his unhappy success
in a homely grotto
comes effortless gratification.

For a tranquil moment
he will spread his shadowy tendrils
filling, seeping into cracks and fissures.

As the room darkens
and the pace quickens,
whispers fill the room,
echoing through
tunnels and chasms
and endless labyrinths.

She takes a breath
for the sky
and another
for herself
and one more
for him
each shorter than the last
and then she exhales
and is empty
and gone
and he turns his back
to her sightless eyes
and reaches out a hand
for the lights.