Time Altered Touch

They sleep together, yet so alone
Two figures on the bed,
He reaches out, and so to touch
His touch is not the same,
Time altered touch,
His taste, his touch
Time altered
All to dust,
To dust.

And yet he loves, she loves,
They love, but not the same,
For words have weighed upon their lives
And savage acts have love, undone.
He thinks alone.
And so lives run and run and run
The tender touch undone, undone
Time altered touch,
And so to dust,
The tender touch, undone.