dorian,

we be-

came,

ultimately, prisoners of pleasure,

our desires nourished by the tick of clocks,

our habits defined by repetition:

acts of selfish and selfless abandon

we delighted our-

selves with many things:

the blind dark,

the risk of a library corner at midnight,

a bowl of cereal in the morning,

slivers of cold mango at noon,

going home to each other's strange and familiar skins at dusk

we be-

came content with our beauty, our youth

the envy of the old and regretful

the jealousy of the young but plain

we be-

came aware that we are wise beyond our years,

but at the moment, we can be

both happy and lonely,

alone and together.

we fell

in love.