Naked on Cashmere

We drowned out the voices in our hearts that our love had run its course,for this night at leastthe old music played louderthan the truth that beat beneath our shirts, and as the stars melted into morningwe smiled at the old storiesand left our love hanging in the airas we embarked alone on our tomorrows. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com