Sleeping on the Gravel
When first I arrived at the ruined gates,
My handkerchief covering my mouth,
I saw you cursing the heavens for the last time.
Tears were trickling down your cheeks
As you tried to stagger away,
The smell of cabernet on your skin.
All and sundry gathered to gaze
Through the fields of drying flowers.
The concrete garden with tarnish,
Her angels stained with age.
We are sleeping on the gravel tonight.
The fresh soil was overpowering,
My eyes could not remain silent any longer.
Tiny crystals made their homes
Beneath the pools of hazel.
You held my body to yours.
We sip to them tonight, as they dine in hell.