Nothing Will Ever Be the Same

Started
with the black light
of midnight
everything
felt surreal
exploring
the depths darkness
searching
for what we wanted
to feel

Our intent
was a quick moment
nothing everlasting
just something
satisfying
and then
back to life
with something
missing

But now
felt
as if the clock
whispered
a promise
that its hands would slowly move
to give us
time
to slowly
and rhythmically
let desire
explore how beautiful
our bodies could move

Unaware of time
until
the gentle burn
of the morning sun
awakened the reality
of what passion
has done
and now
nothing will ever be the same

Nice, sounds like a recipe for heartbreak
...could be wrong.

Good stuff, Mig.

Nice poem .