Strawberry incense clouds the room. 
A soft gold glow casts our shadows. 
I lay on top of you and we 
To keep us from feeling this slough 
Watch the wind through the linden tree. 

To kiss your lips and chest and hands-- 
The scent of you there when you are gone 
And while to you my body is bound 
We exist only to each other, 
So this charade must keep going round. 

To rush ahead with anyone else 
Is to keep our life a lie, 
But this road to you does have an end. 
And my life with you has failed them. 
A wire fence.  We can't win.