The Inn

A gentle longing, 

For something divine. 

Feather touch

Asking for a sign. 

The weary traveller, 

Is looking for a bed. 

He lays himself down, 

And then he must confess. 

Days and nights, 

Days and nights, 

This fire burns,

It keeps me up, 

I am ignited. 

You turn over

To see his eyes. 

They are ablaze

With desire and love, 

To discover your plight. 

You must rest here, 

You suggest. But he can't. 

Rest isn't what he needs, 

He needs to undress. 

To be naked without fear, 

To be quivering in plain sight, 

To be held and consumed, 

To be taken in for the night. 

You will not judge, 

You are restless too. 

From centuries of waiting, 

From agonies of wanting

To be under his weight, 

To keep you from wandering again. 

Together, you count 

Tirelessly devoted, 

To every part of the skin, 

Each bruise, each hair, 

Each mole, each stain. 

There is ecstacy in giving in, 

And finding similar faults. 

Sighs, moans, smells, sounds, 

Your hair coated with sweat, 

Juices, colours, grays. 

Which is yours and which theirs, 

You both aren't aware. 

Travelling to find

Your own seperate ways. 

But you end up together, 

Lying in bed, not strangers, 

But travellers, who walked

Endlessly to find

The same resting place. 

You promise to meet, 

Each morning before day begins. 

You wait for the night's silence, 

Because you'll be together again. 

Was there any greater joy, 

Than finding one of your own? 

To find the one who was lost, 

Who's finally back home? 

You know you will part again, 

But you will be together too. 

Finding worlds where stars

Explode in your warm bed. 

Where you devour the other, 

Only to worship their bones too. 

Lucky we are, you say, 

Lucky to live in such bliss. 

The call of reality is deafening, 

But you're already past hearing it. 

One and one is one, not two. 

Here, at the inn of travellers,

You rest with the sum of one's, 

Who's finally tired and spent, 

And now he wants you to lie down

Peacefully in his arms and sleep. 

But sleep you can't, you want 

Him more and more. 

So this time, you undress, 

Asking him to meet you there. 

Finally, you're both tired, 

Reality tells you it's time, 

To check out, pay your dues, 

Travel while the sun shines, 

Only to be back at the inn, 

When you're tired again, 

When the dark longings beckon

You to find your home again.