Timeless caverns

I. Timelessness of collage and composites The taste of guilt and sweetness on my lips this morning surprises me It is not one over the other as much as the equal qualities of each My memory is not what it once was…are we now sleeping with each other? You masculine. Me feminine. You own the world, and me, part of it. Me passive, sweet, cute funny. You in charge, radical, changer, maker of miracles. Me tired, passed out. You drinking one more mug of tea before bed. II. Once we were prince and princess to each other, were we? And are we now counter-climatic…the drain pulled while love is leaking out newly strangers