in unnameable catacombs on
my unknowable mission for
or against the nazis or somesuch
and arrived in a dark cellar
and even with my ragged breath
she didn't see me until
i took
the barrel
of my gun
to her chest which made her beg
not for mercy
nothing but redemption
and i think i thought my aim
so-so just about right
so i pulled the trigger
betwixt her small breasts
on her heart
no blood came
no death came
no pain came
only a gaping hole
and relief poured out
and we loved so
as we lay down warm
breathing alive in sunlight
filtered softened possibly
by unseen curtains
on the bed
we had been
on all
this time
together we were no doubt
the happiest for
the rest of our lives but
the subtle sting in
the back of my head was
a worry of what happens
when they
find me and
her cold body
in the morning.
(02. nov 2010)
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