while the moon is high

reclining gracefully into the full plush of the chaise he sighs as the ferns tangle over his ankles and a swift breeze carry the deadened leaves of the months passed by. we share a look and promise never again to partake in such folly but we know that this is nothing but false.  there is a terror in your eyes as the clouds pass over the sun and blame does not fill my heart for this. but the felines are watching now and cursing and calling but we don't move as their yellow eyes pierce the dusk drawing closer and brighter in the coming night.  must we watch them? we are only drawn in, hypnotized. they draw us together in a broken oath the crushing and pouting of injury sustained. permanent. there is permanence.  there are shouts from the trees and heckles from the dirt and we tuck our legs beneath the blankets and draw near each other although we are perpetually repelled.  please sing to me and drown out the wretches that sting my ears and crease my brow. please quiet the noise that forever haunts.