Trust. Hah.

Cavemen invented dusk.
Owls invented midnight.
Fawns invented the dawn,
and C.S. Lewis brought the fawn to life.
You bring to life my face.
Thoughts drift and break
Wafting as a crumpled leaf
Falling ever so slightly toward my bare feet
Landing and kissing the earth.
Rumbling in agreement she roars
A bestial chorus
Stampeding my ears with nature
Overrun with beauty, power, and constellation.
Your eyes sparkle, no, twinkle
Begging me with a cunning wink.
My feet move without prompting
Unable to regress, only digress
Pushing mud between my toes
Sliding toward destiny
Your arms dance and pivot.
Beckoning me. Bringing me close.
At this point flat on my back.
The distance between us diminishes.
As your hand grabs ahold.
Pulls me in.
I catch a glimpse of your eyes.
Two different colors. Strange.
I hug you tight and grasp your back.
The dagger plunges into mine.
I invented our love.
And you will invent my demise.