Forget the wine
Forget the day
Forget everything that
Crept up to this moment
Flesh on flesh
Eye to eye
A life within a sigh
You urge me on
Like I do to you
We race like warriors
No quarter given
Simply driven
To exceed what’s expected
So we do
Until we lie satiated
Panting
Full and empty
Waiting for resurrection
David Trudel © 2012
