earthborne

 by Robert Hampson

ink swirls in water clouds over mountains
the parchment burns the dust of horses’ hooves
he smokes the hives to gather wild honey
she ramps up the morphine to kill the pain
these are sites of erotic encounter
whispers & giggles as the lift ascends
this is the place where the old come to die
champagne glasses on a bedside table
something explicit on a pc screen
he climbs the stairs in his padded jacket
she lies alone in a darkened room
this is a city of red brick & lakes
a pale grey sun through a drizzle of mist
this is the end of all our adventures