Miles, Days, Moons

Once,
      a lifetime ago,
      pleasure was found
      in the simple physical touch of her.

Just her
      Presence changed the flavor
      of each
      drawn breath. 

Her aura lit
      the darkness and shown towards
      future joys,
      contentment, and wonder.

Now,
      her presence cast harsh light on
      dreary toil til death slips silently
      from the shadows to bring the pleasure of release.

Each breath
      is drawn, labored,
      against the foulness
      of this dank atmosphere.

The best of times, once,
      were pressed up close,
      merging body
      with body.

Now,
      they are when
      miles, days, moons,
      lie between.

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