Tuesday Poem

After the flowers
Come kisses with stale breath
After laughters
Come uneasy silence
After lies
Come mistrust that tune
The air into a frequency
Where humour falls to the ground

Tonight
It is you and I
Not We
No french romance
Candle lit dinners
No view of an ocean
With a skin that breathes

No kisses please
Keep your clothes on
Keep your vulnerabilities on
Like concealed underwear
Keep your words

Keep your self for
Better reasons, seasons.
This romance fell a long time ago
We just heard the sound of silence
Over gravity.