Without

Little do I want to consume your fare
Much would I like with you to share
Moment without time, which we embrace

Sit on a sill sitting hand in hand, enjoying sun
As much of the day is taken with cool undone
I feel the twist from bright till dusk, anger face.

Talking slipping through us devoid of a voice
The notion we take as though without choice
Separated eager, to be without either.